Poetry: Against Entropy

By John M. Ford

The worm dri­ves heli­cal­ly through the wood
And does not know the dust left in the bore
Once made the table inte­gral and good;
And sud­den­ly the crys­tal hits the floor.
Elec­trons find their paths in sub­tle ways,
A mass­less eddy in a trail of smoke;
The names of lovers, light of oth­er days;
Per­haps you will not miss them. That ís the joke.
The uni­verse winds down. That ís how it ís made.
But mem­o­ry is every­thing to lose;
Although some of the col­ors have to fade,
Do not believe you’ll get the chance to choose.
Regret, by def­i­n­i­tion, comes too late;
Say what you mean. Bear wit­ness. Iter­ate.

More Changes to the Site

Okay, I’ve fin­ished mov­ing the mate­r­i­al from my cross-stitch pat­tern, home edu­ca­tion, rela­tion­ships and com­mu­ni­ty, and fibromyal­gia sites. Woof! Now I just have this site, my port­fo­lio site and Rick­’s stub of a site to main­tain.

I had a new theme that I real­ly liked for this site, but Google’s search con­sole threw a fit about click­able items being too close togeth­er for it to work well on mobile devices, so now there’s a dif­fer­ent theme. For now. I’m not too hap­py with the mobile nav­i­ga­tion menu on this theme, because it throws all the pages in one long list instead of show­ing just the top pages. I’ll deal with it ’til I find some­thing bet­ter, though.

I’ve made a lit­tle progress in get­ting more quotes into the data­base, but it will prob­a­bly take years to get that back to where it was.