From f3f4c7e3c31ba5a99e07d9a7bb743cd4bff8aae1 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: Madison Scott-Clary Date: Sat, 4 Jan 2020 22:34:25 -0800 Subject: [PATCH] test fix verse --- assets/css/parts/_post-page.scss | 1 + content/post/beneath-her-coat.md | 4 +-- content/post/bruise-vision.html | 32 +++++++++---------- content/post/every-time-i-fall.md | 4 +-- content/post/fair-and-square.md | 4 +-- content/post/growth.md | 4 +-- content/post/heligoland.md | 4 +-- content/post/meaning-and-self.md | 4 +-- content/post/poems-from-missives.md | 19 +++++------ content/post/post-op-images.md | 4 +-- content/post/somehow-shes-me.md | 4 +-- content/post/the-dogs-assure-me.md | 4 +-- content/post/there-is-too-much-fire-in-me.md | 4 +-- .../post/when-i-fall-i-will-remain-whole.md | 4 +-- 14 files changed, 49 insertions(+), 47 deletions(-) diff --git a/assets/css/parts/_post-page.scss b/assets/css/parts/_post-page.scss index 02abb53..155c075 100644 --- a/assets/css/parts/_post-page.scss +++ b/assets/css/parts/_post-page.scss @@ -26,6 +26,7 @@ .verse { white-space: pre-wrap; + font-family: 'Gentium Book Basic', serif !important; } .invert & { diff --git a/content/post/beneath-her-coat.md b/content/post/beneath-her-coat.md index 8f9aeaa..d66600b 100644 --- a/content/post/beneath-her-coat.md +++ b/content/post/beneath-her-coat.md @@ -10,7 +10,7 @@ tags: title: Beneath her coat was a whole identity --- -
+
 Beneath her coat was a whole identity:
 A subtle form of ideas under soft fur,
 A constantly shifting mass of meaning...
@@ -30,6 +30,6 @@ And slowly, she'd pick herself back up
 And find a brand new way to piece herself together
 And build herself a brand new smile
 And brush out her coat once more.
-
+ *First-place winner of the [Typewriter Emergencies Poetry Contest](https://www.typewriteremergencies.com/single-post/2018/02/13/Beneath-her-coat-was-a-whole-identity---1st-Place-Winner).* diff --git a/content/post/bruise-vision.html b/content/post/bruise-vision.html index da7fa9c..08fa08b 100644 --- a/content/post/bruise-vision.html +++ b/content/post/bruise-vision.html @@ -46,7 +46,7 @@ tags:

Expect:
Anxiety

-
+ 
 A hundred geese overhead —
     A thousand —
         A million —
@@ -56,7 +56,7 @@ Acrid tang of ill omens.
 Portents.
 Too much meaning
     In too small a space.
-
+
@@ -67,7 +67,7 @@ Too much meaning

Expect:
auditory aberrations

-
+ 
 Geese are a byproduct of laminar shear stress
     Of two layers of phantasmagorical
         Newtonian fluids,
@@ -75,7 +75,7 @@ Geese are a byproduct of laminar shear stress
 A thin, sort-of Truth
     From a sort of thin layer
         geese chromatography.
-
+
@@ -86,7 +86,7 @@ A thin, sort-of Truth

Expect:
red tint to vision; hot flashes

-
+ 
 As the dove bears the olive branch,
     so to the goose bears the wand
         that withers all it touches.
@@ -95,7 +95,7 @@ A wand of nightshade,
 A wand of obscure origin,
     The goose surely stole it.
 Malice begets malice.
-
+
@@ -106,12 +106,12 @@ Malice begets malice.

Expect:
confusion; nausea; sweating; racing pulse

-
+ 
 We know not the transgression,
     the origin -
 We know not the punishment,
     only the terror.
-
+
@@ -123,12 +123,12 @@ We know not the punishment, pounding heart; tunnel vision; racing thoughts; black outs; blood pouring from ears

-
+ 
 Geas
     Wing
         Dark
             Horizon
-
+
@@ -139,7 +139,7 @@ Geas

Expect:
tinnitus; piloerection; shortness of breath; uneven gait

-
+ 
 I’d rather owls.
 Owls, as though geese were turned inside out,
     made less evil.
@@ -148,7 +148,7 @@ Still portentous,
     Just less terrifying.
 Owls are okay.
 I can think about owls.
-
+
@@ -159,7 +159,7 @@ I can think about owls.

Expect:
subdermal itching; formication

-
+ 
 Life within a comfortable grid.
 Parallel lines
     Interrupting narrowing circles
@@ -172,7 +172,7 @@ Trace the roof of your mouth
 I’m not afraid of geese anymore
     Because I can step on them now.
 I’m big enough.
-
+
@@ -183,7 +183,7 @@ I’m big enough.

Expect:
birds

-
+ 
 Ritual thinking
     Driven by geese —
     By lines, by grids, by food —
@@ -199,5 +199,5 @@ Failing that,
     Or the ecstasy of signs
         Without the bleak paranoia
         Over circling birds?
-
+ diff --git a/content/post/every-time-i-fall.md b/content/post/every-time-i-fall.md index 9f2caa7..2b5dbb9 100644 --- a/content/post/every-time-i-fall.md +++ b/content/post/every-time-i-fall.md @@ -9,7 +9,7 @@ tags: title: Every time I fall --- -
+
 Every time I fall,
     The ground tells me I'm in love.
 "'Cause love is
@@ -42,4 +42,4 @@ And every time I fall,
     The ground tells me I'm in love.
 And every single time,
     I keep coming back.
-
+ diff --git a/content/post/fair-and-square.md b/content/post/fair-and-square.md index 1a43cbe..a6f6042 100644 --- a/content/post/fair-and-square.md +++ b/content/post/fair-and-square.md @@ -10,7 +10,7 @@ tags: title: Fair and Square --- -
+
 I bought my name fair and square;
 Bespoke, built from whole cloth.
 I wrote it again and again,
@@ -36,4 +36,4 @@ Or the whisper of maple leaves
     Under hurrying paws
 Or the perfect overlap of new buds
     Already sticky with sap.
-
+ diff --git a/content/post/growth.md b/content/post/growth.md index 6580843..23e5e58 100644 --- a/content/post/growth.md +++ b/content/post/growth.md @@ -21,7 +21,7 @@ ogimg: /assets/img/growth.jpg ----- -
+
 Used to be you and I daily would walk
 through the fields out back of the house and talk
 for hours, spilling words and emotions.
@@ -171,4 +171,4 @@ through the fields out back of the house and talk.
 Now, it's just me, alone, quiet, thinking
 of you by the shore, forever drinking
 of sweet water.
-
+ diff --git a/content/post/heligoland.md b/content/post/heligoland.md index b3bc3cc..6cef11b 100644 --- a/content/post/heligoland.md +++ b/content/post/heligoland.md @@ -9,7 +9,7 @@ tags: title: Heligoland --- -
+
 Too many wine-dark seas need daily traversal,
 And here the shipping forecast calls for rain.
 
@@ -25,6 +25,6 @@ is to tell you southwest gale 8 to storm 10.
 
 I can point at the moon, exhausted, bored, decaying,
 And hope you don't stare blankly at my finger.
-
+ *Thanks to P.R.* diff --git a/content/post/meaning-and-self.md b/content/post/meaning-and-self.md index b418ec6..90d0cf1 100644 --- a/content/post/meaning-and-self.md +++ b/content/post/meaning-and-self.md @@ -10,7 +10,7 @@ tags: title: Meaning & Self --- -
+
 There's some duality between sources of meaning,
     Between the types of stories we use to back identity.
 It's not quite good & bad or light & dark,
@@ -45,4 +45,4 @@ It's not a dichotomy at all, really,
     now that I think about it.
 It's something subtler, comfortably complex, a topic of its own.
     I guess it's just meaning & self.
-
+ diff --git a/content/post/poems-from-missives.md b/content/post/poems-from-missives.md index c82c73d..e54db74 100644 --- a/content/post/poems-from-missives.md +++ b/content/post/poems-from-missives.md @@ -11,7 +11,7 @@ tags: title: Completed poems from "Missives" --- -
+
 Though the flow'r may bloom ere long
     and night recede unto the dawn,
 so yet may love's embrace grow fond
@@ -26,11 +26,11 @@ With so keen and fond a blade,
     There's naught to fear in life or death.
         So slay, then slay! For now, I care not how,
         I need for naught but that which love allow.
-
+ ----- -
+
 Though every climax approach a denouement
 And every dawn a night,
 Every moment worth sharing
@@ -51,11 +51,11 @@ Pleasure may hurt, ache, burn,
 May steal hours of night.
     Were it with you,
     Delay, then, the morn.
-
+ ----- -
+
 I reach for the ewer of water,
 I hope to quench the heat.
 I beg for yet another serving,
@@ -70,11 +70,11 @@ Though the heart may quicken --
 Though the tongue may lap --
 I shall sup no greater meal
 Than thy gift entrancing.
-
+ ----- -
+
 On reading letters late received,
 I felt within: the fox --
 Yelping, yowling now, crying needfully --
@@ -84,11 +84,11 @@ You find me at a disadvantage --
 Panting and aswish --
 Would that distance be traversed as easily
 As hearts t'wards yearning hearts!
-
+ ----- -
+
 A rose, single, now blooming
     may indeed bless the stem,
 yet are not roses clipp'd and shown?
@@ -110,3 +110,4 @@ Must yearn forever for that grace.
     To watch that growth, to explore stem's turn,
         day by day would destroy, weakening one by the hour,
         A rose, single, now blooming, forever holds all pow'r.
+
diff --git a/content/post/post-op-images.md b/content/post/post-op-images.md index 7279d30..6c97d59 100644 --- a/content/post/post-op-images.md +++ b/content/post/post-op-images.md @@ -11,7 +11,7 @@ tags: title: Post-op images --- -
+
 
 Saturday is for mechanics.
 Sunday is for terror.
@@ -152,4 +152,4 @@ What changed you?
     Everything
 What became of it?
     I became who I am
-
+ diff --git a/content/post/somehow-shes-me.md b/content/post/somehow-shes-me.md index 5af555a..f250a43 100644 --- a/content/post/somehow-shes-me.md +++ b/content/post/somehow-shes-me.md @@ -10,7 +10,7 @@ tags: title: Somehow, she's me --- -
+
 Her hair is tied with a ribbon
     Saying "This is not for you."
 She wears a pendant of stamped brass
@@ -55,4 +55,4 @@ She never wanted to be
     What she became;
         The irony of which
             Is not lost on her.
-
+ diff --git a/content/post/the-dogs-assure-me.md b/content/post/the-dogs-assure-me.md index cfa6cee..4806dad 100644 --- a/content/post/the-dogs-assure-me.md +++ b/content/post/the-dogs-assure-me.md @@ -10,7 +10,7 @@ tags: title: The Dogs Assure Me --- -
+
 The dogs assure me:
 There are volumes of meaning —
 Life and death —
@@ -26,7 +26,7 @@ The rich scent of meaning —
 Heady, intoxicating —
 Rises only from words
 And the way you rest your hands on the table.
-
+ ----- diff --git a/content/post/there-is-too-much-fire-in-me.md b/content/post/there-is-too-much-fire-in-me.md index d71fd09..3b35e80 100644 --- a/content/post/there-is-too-much-fire-in-me.md +++ b/content/post/there-is-too-much-fire-in-me.md @@ -10,7 +10,7 @@ tags: title: There is too much fire in me --- -
+
 There is too much fire in me to be described by the soldering iron's tip.
 
 If I were to draw that across my flesh,
@@ -27,4 +27,4 @@ Particle would excite particle
     until I'm felt only as warmth on your face.
 
 But even that would not be enough.
-
+ diff --git a/content/post/when-i-fall-i-will-remain-whole.md b/content/post/when-i-fall-i-will-remain-whole.md index 52ef868..2372dc1 100644 --- a/content/post/when-i-fall-i-will-remain-whole.md +++ b/content/post/when-i-fall-i-will-remain-whole.md @@ -9,7 +9,7 @@ tags: title: When I fall, I will remain whole --- -
+
 I keep hoping that, one day,  
 I'll spring palladial from the bole of a tree.  
 Fully formed, sexless,  
@@ -32,4 +32,4 @@ My vision will be clear and unclouded,
 My will affirming, strong, and sure.  
 And when I fall, I will remain whole,  
 Confident that I lived well and unapologetic.
-
+