vestige of an old friend
It’s been two intensive weeks of moving twelve years worth (820-some posts!) of wordweeds content from Wordpress to this new, more functional and, hopefully, more beautiful Squarespace site. With the expert help of my web guru, the incomparable poet Sally Seck, it was a fairly simple, joyful process to witness the ease with which all content (posts, comments, photos, pages, categories, dates, archives, etc.), slid right into their new home without a hitch but one: every single poem had decided to throw off the clothing of line breaks and stanzas and start their new lives as chunky, naked little prose poems. Hence began the face-melting, time consuming task of cutting and pasting, cutting and pasting previously formatted poems into the new site. It was a labor of love, as they say, a gentle reckoning to handle the cloth of poems written as far back as the late 1990s, travel through the sunshine and storms of the twenty-oughts and -tens up to now. I’m grateful for the opportunity to go back and re-read what has become a rather large body of work, my body. I’m mixing metaphors now.
A pang of grief shocked through me when I successfully transferred the wordweeds.com domain name to the new site, clicked refresh, and realized my old site was gone forever. Poof. She was a dear friend and curator of my poetry life for over a decade. I miss her already, the funny way she dressed.
I wish I had snapped a screenshot of that adorably circa 2010 homepage design, with its long scarf of a navigation bar hanging along the right arm of the page, forcing me to make short line breaks. It’ll be nice to have more room to stretch out here.
This image of the homepage header will have to do: a business card that has always better served as a book mark.
