diff --git a/cynthia-poetry/public/images/cynthia/cynthia-headshot.jpeg b/cynthia-poetry/public/images/cynthia/cynthia-headshot.jpeg new file mode 100644 index 0000000..afd156a Binary files /dev/null and b/cynthia-poetry/public/images/cynthia/cynthia-headshot.jpeg differ diff --git a/cynthia-poetry/public/images/cynthia/cynthia-hillsdale.jpg b/cynthia-poetry/public/images/cynthia/cynthia-hillsdale.jpg new file mode 100644 index 0000000..e3f8b57 Binary files /dev/null and b/cynthia-poetry/public/images/cynthia/cynthia-hillsdale.jpg differ diff --git a/cynthia-poetry/public/images/cynthia/cynthia-portrait.jpeg b/cynthia-poetry/public/images/cynthia/cynthia-portrait.jpeg new file mode 100644 index 0000000..6fe0b29 Binary files /dev/null and b/cynthia-poetry/public/images/cynthia/cynthia-portrait.jpeg differ diff --git a/cynthia-poetry/public/images/meeting-in-the-margins-cover.jpg b/cynthia-poetry/public/images/meeting-in-the-margins-cover.jpg new file mode 100644 index 0000000..d56ad06 Binary files /dev/null and b/cynthia-poetry/public/images/meeting-in-the-margins-cover.jpg differ diff --git a/cynthia-poetry/src/app/about/page.tsx b/cynthia-poetry/src/app/about/page.tsx new file mode 100644 index 0000000..2c5a117 --- /dev/null +++ b/cynthia-poetry/src/app/about/page.tsx @@ -0,0 +1,161 @@ +import Link from 'next/link'; +import Image from 'next/image'; +import type { Metadata } from 'next'; + +export const metadata: Metadata = { + title: 'About Cynthia Trenshaw', + description: 'The life and work of Cynthia Trenshaw (1942–2024) — poet, hospital chaplain, midwife to the dying, and author.', +}; + +export default function AboutPage() { + return ( +
+ {/* Header */} +
+

About Cynthia

+

1942 — 2024

+
+ +
+ {/* Portrait */} +
+
+ Cynthia Trenshaw +
+
+ +
+

Early Life

+

+ Cynthia was born in 1942 and grew up in Indiana and Michigan. She attended Hillsdale + College from 1960 to 1961, where she studied among a community that would later + celebrate her literary achievements. She married Joe Trenshaw and together they raised + three children: Tom, Katheryn, and Michael. +

+ +

A Year of Fire

+

+ In a single devastating year, Cynthia's thirteen-year-old son Tom was killed by + gunfire, the family home burned, and her husband suffered a heart attack. These + tragedies shaped her profoundly, deepening her understanding of grief and resilience, + and ultimately directing her toward a life of service to others in crisis. +

+
+ +
+ + {/* Second photo */} +
+
+ Cynthia Trenshaw at Hillsdale College +
+
+ +
+

Second Chapter

+

+ Widowed at fifty-one, Cynthia reinvented her life. She earned a Master of Divinity + from the Jesuit School of Theology at Berkeley, then served as a hospital chaplain + and spiritual companion to the dying and their families for over three decades. She + also worked as a massage therapist for homeless individuals in San Francisco and as + a guardian ad litem — an advocate for children in court proceedings. +

+ +

+ She eventually settled on Whidbey Island, Washington, where the landscape of sea + and sky infused her later poetry. +

+ +

The Writer

+

+ Cynthia's writing drew from her decades at the bedside of the dying. Her first book, + A Harvest of Years, was published in 2004. Her second, Meeting in the + Margins: An Invitation to Encounter the Invisible People Among Us (She Writes + Press, 2015), won the IPPY Gold Medal and chronicled her experiences among those + society renders invisible — the homeless, the incarcerated, the dying. +

+ +

+ Her poetry collection Mortal Beings was published by Finishing Line Press + in 2019. Her poems appeared in numerous journals including Sky Island Journal, + Peacock Journal, Hospital Drive (UVA School of Medicine), + The Main Street Rag, Soundings Review, Haunted Waters Press, + and Snapdragon Journal. +

+
+ + {/* Third photo */} +
+
+ Cynthia Trenshaw — author photo +
+
+ +
+

What Others Said

+ +
+

+ “Trenshaw writes with the hard-won wisdom of one who has sat at the bedsides + of the dying and found there, not despair, but a fierce and luminous grace.” +

+
+ — Tod Marshall, Washington State Poet Laureate +
+
+ +
+

+ “In Cynthia's hands, even the smallest gesture — a tulip on a windowsill, + a raven's offering — becomes a threshold between worlds.” +

+
+ — Kristin Brace +
+
+ +

Final Years

+

+ Cynthia passed away on February 19, 2024, at the age of eighty-one. She is survived + by her daughter Katheryn Trenshaw of Totnes, England; her son Michael and + daughter-in-law Kay of Grand Rapids, Michigan; and her grandchildren Anna, Joseph, + Jessica, and Orion. +

+ +

+ Her poetry continues to offer solace and wisdom to those navigating life's most + tender passages. +

+
+ + {/* Back link */} +
+ + Return to Contents + +
+
+
+ ); +} diff --git a/cynthia-poetry/src/app/essays/when-a-friend-dies/page.tsx b/cynthia-poetry/src/app/essays/when-a-friend-dies/page.tsx index 00fd0ee..96fdfee 100644 --- a/cynthia-poetry/src/app/essays/when-a-friend-dies/page.tsx +++ b/cynthia-poetry/src/app/essays/when-a-friend-dies/page.tsx @@ -2,29 +2,16 @@ import Link from 'next/link'; import type { Metadata } from 'next'; export const metadata: Metadata = { - title: 'When A Friend Dies', + title: 'Afterword: When A Friend Dies', description: 'An essay by Cynthia Trenshaw about grief and the loss of a friend, written for Leo E. Baldwin.', }; export default function WhenAFriendDiesPage() { return (
- {/* Back link */} -
- - - - - Back to Home - -
- - {/* Essay header */} + {/* Header */}
-

Essay

+

Afterword

When A Friend Dies

For Leo E. Baldwin

by Cynthia Trenshaw

@@ -114,14 +101,16 @@ export default function WhenAFriendDiesPage() {
- {/* Footer */} + {/* Navigation */} diff --git a/cynthia-poetry/src/app/globals.css b/cynthia-poetry/src/app/globals.css index 4e5690c..06d7deb 100644 --- a/cynthia-poetry/src/app/globals.css +++ b/cynthia-poetry/src/app/globals.css @@ -59,52 +59,112 @@ img { background: #999; } -/* Link styles */ -a { +/* Link styles for navigation only */ +nav a { transition: opacity 0.2s ease; } -a:hover { +nav a:hover { opacity: 0.7; } -/* Button base */ -.btn { - display: inline-flex; +/* Book-page constraint for poem and TOC content */ +.book-page { + max-width: 36rem; /* ~576px for book-page feel */ + margin-left: auto; + margin-right: auto; +} + +/* Section numbers in small-caps */ +.section-number { + font-variant: small-caps; + letter-spacing: 0.1em; +} + +/* Decorative separator — thin rule with fleuron */ +.separator { + display: flex; align-items: center; - justify-content: center; - padding: 0.75rem 1.5rem; - font-size: 0.875rem; - font-weight: 500; - letter-spacing: 0.05em; + gap: 1rem; + color: #a8a29e; /* stone-400 */ +} + +.separator::before, +.separator::after { + content: ''; + flex: 1; + height: 1px; + background: #d6d3d1; /* stone-300 */ +} + +.separator-simple { + border: none; + height: 1px; + background: #e7e5e4; /* stone-200 */ + margin: 2rem 0; +} + +/* Poem content formatting */ +.poem-content { + white-space: pre-line; + line-height: 1.8; +} + +/* TOC styles */ +.toc-entry { + display: block; + padding: 0.375rem 0; + color: #57534e; /* stone-600 */ + text-decoration: none; + transition: color 0.15s ease; + font-family: var(--font-serif); +} + +.toc-entry:hover { + color: #1c1917; /* stone-900 */ +} + +/* Sequential poem navigation */ +.poem-nav { + display: flex; + justify-content: space-between; + align-items: flex-start; + gap: 1rem; + padding-top: 2rem; + border-top: 1px solid #e7e5e4; +} + +.poem-nav a { + display: flex; + flex-direction: column; + gap: 0.25rem; + text-decoration: none; + color: #78716c; /* stone-500 */ + transition: color 0.15s ease; + max-width: 45%; +} + +.poem-nav a:hover { + color: #1c1917; +} + +.poem-nav .nav-label { + font-size: 0.75rem; text-transform: uppercase; - transition: all 0.2s ease; - border: 1px solid transparent; + letter-spacing: 0.1em; } -.btn-primary { - background: var(--foreground); - color: var(--background); - border-color: var(--foreground); +.poem-nav .nav-title { + font-family: var(--font-serif); + font-size: 1rem; } -.btn-primary:hover { - background: transparent; - color: var(--foreground); +.poem-nav .nav-next { + text-align: right; + margin-left: auto; } -.btn-secondary { - background: transparent; - color: var(--foreground); - border-color: var(--foreground); -} - -.btn-secondary:hover { - background: var(--foreground); - color: var(--background); -} - -/* Prose styles for CMS content */ +/* Prose styles for essay/bio content */ .prose { max-width: 65ch; } @@ -140,19 +200,6 @@ a:hover { text-underline-offset: 2px; } -/* Image hover zoom effect */ -.img-zoom { - overflow: hidden; -} - -.img-zoom img { - transition: transform 0.5s ease; -} - -.img-zoom:hover img { - transform: scale(1.05); -} - /* Fade in animation */ @keyframes fadeIn { from { @@ -168,16 +215,3 @@ a:hover { .animate-fade-in { animation: fadeIn 0.5s ease forwards; } - -/* Sold badge */ -.badge-sold { - position: absolute; - top: 1rem; - right: 1rem; - background: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.8); - color: white; - padding: 0.25rem 0.75rem; - font-size: 0.75rem; - letter-spacing: 0.1em; - text-transform: uppercase; -} diff --git a/cynthia-poetry/src/app/layout.tsx b/cynthia-poetry/src/app/layout.tsx index 99d0f26..5554c89 100644 --- a/cynthia-poetry/src/app/layout.tsx +++ b/cynthia-poetry/src/app/layout.tsx @@ -18,16 +18,16 @@ const inter = Inter({ export const metadata: Metadata = { title: { - default: "Cynthia Trenshaw | Poet (1942-2024)", + default: "Cynthia Trenshaw | Poet (1942–2024)", template: "%s | Cynthia Trenshaw", }, - description: "Memorial poetry site for Cynthia Trenshaw (1942-2024), poet, hospital chaplain, and author of Mortal Beings.", - keywords: ["poetry", "Cynthia Trenshaw", "Mortal Beings", "memorial", "chaplain", "poet"], + description: "The collected poems of Cynthia Trenshaw (1942–2024), poet, hospital chaplain, and author of Meeting in the Margins and Mortal Beings.", + keywords: ["poetry", "Cynthia Trenshaw", "Mortal Beings", "Meeting in the Margins", "memorial", "chaplain", "poet"], authors: [{ name: "Cynthia Trenshaw" }], openGraph: { type: "website", locale: "en_US", - siteName: "Cynthia Trenshaw Poetry", + siteName: "Cynthia Trenshaw — Collected Poems", }, }; @@ -39,7 +39,7 @@ export default function RootLayout({ return ( - {/* Simple Navigation */} + {/* Navigation */}
diff --git a/cynthia-poetry/src/app/page.tsx b/cynthia-poetry/src/app/page.tsx index 1e16148..e50cadd 100644 --- a/cynthia-poetry/src/app/page.tsx +++ b/cynthia-poetry/src/app/page.tsx @@ -1,248 +1,137 @@ import Link from 'next/link'; import Image from 'next/image'; +import { sections, books, getPoemsForSection } from '@/data/poems'; export default function HomePage() { - const poems = [ - { - title: 'The Skier and the Jay', - slug: 'the-skier-and-the-jay', - publication: 'Sky Island Journal, Issue 25, Summer 2023', - excerpt: 'This is the day of blue distances...', - }, - { - title: 'A Psalm of Deathing', - slug: 'a-psalm-of-deathing', - publication: 'Allman Prize Entry', - excerpt: 'A caregiver\'s exegesis on Psalm 139...', - }, - { - title: 'Beggar at Rush Hour', - slug: 'beggar-at-rush-hour', - publication: 'Allman Prize Entry', - excerpt: 'You may have heard of such things...', - }, - { - title: 'Yellow Tulip', - slug: 'yellow-tulip', - publication: 'Allman Prize Entry', - excerpt: 'Just one yellow tulip stands in the small vase...', - }, - { - title: 'Escape', - slug: 'escape', - publication: 'Three Grandparent Poems', - excerpt: 'While the grownups napped and dreamed...', - }, - { - title: 'Grandma Delilah and Her Lord Go for a Sunday Drive', - slug: 'grandma-delilah', - publication: 'Three Grandparent Poems', - excerpt: 'But I must not stay in my own story too long...', - }, - { - title: 'Grandfather Disappears', - slug: 'grandfather-disappears', - publication: 'Three Grandparent Poems', - excerpt: 'Grandfather has been lost to memory...', - }, - { - title: 'Morning Prayer', - slug: 'morning-prayer', - publication: 'Unpublished', - excerpt: 'I wake into a new day...', - }, - ]; - - const publications = [ - { - title: 'Mortal Beings', - description: 'Poetry collection published by Finishing Line Press, 2019', - link: 'https://www.amazon.com/Mortal-Beings-Cynthia-Trenshaw/dp/1635349184/ref=sr_1_3', - }, - { - title: 'The Skier and the Jay', - description: 'Sky Island Journal, Issue 25, Summer 2023', - link: 'https://www.skyislandjournal.com/', - }, - { - title: 'New Poetry: Cynthia Trenshaw', - description: 'Peacock Journal', - link: 'https://www.peacockjournal.com/cynthia-trenshaw.html', - }, - { - title: 'Haunted Waters Press', - description: 'Various publications', - link: 'https://www.hauntedwaterspress.com/', - }, - ]; - return (
- {/* Hero Section */} + {/* Title Page Hero */}

Cynthia Trenshaw

- 1942 — 2024 + 1942 — 2024

- "Guardian and midwife to the dying, a poet who bore witness to life's thresholds" + “Guardian and midwife to the dying, a poet who bore witness + to life's thresholds” +

+

+ + About Cynthia +

- {/* Bio Section */} -
-
-
-

- Cynthia Trenshaw (1942–2024) was an American poet, hospital chaplain, and author. - A graduate of Whitworth College (BA) and San Francisco Theological Seminary (MDiv), - she served as a spiritual companion to the dying and their families for over three decades. -

-

- Her poetry collection Mortal Beings was published by Finishing Line Press in 2019. - Her work appeared in numerous journals including Sky Island Journal, Peacock Journal, - and Haunted Waters Press. She was the mother of artist Katheryn Trenshaw. -

-

- Cynthia passed away on February 19, 2024. Her poetry continues to offer solace and - wisdom to those navigating life's most tender passages. -

-
-
-
- - {/* Featured Book Section */} -
-
-
-
- Mortal Beings by Cynthia Trenshaw - book cover -
-
-

Poetry Collection

-

Mortal Beings

-

- A meditation on mortality, memory, and the sacred art of accompaniment. - Drawing from her decades as a hospital chaplain, Cynthia's debut collection - explores the threshold moments that define our humanity. -

- - View on Amazon - -
-
-
-
- - {/* Poems Section */} -
-
+ {/* Table of Contents */} +
+
-

Selected Works

-

Poetry

-

- A collection of poems preserved for family and those who loved her words -

+

Collected Poems

+

Contents

-
- {poems.map((poem, index) => ( - -
-
-

- {poem.title} -

-

{poem.publication}

-
- - - + {sections.map((section) => { + const sectionPoems = getPoemsForSection(section.id); + return ( +
+ {/* Section heading */} +
+

+ Section {section.number} +

+

+ {section.title} +

+

+ {section.subtitle} +

- - ))} + + {/* Poem links */} +
+ {sectionPoems.map((poem) => ( + + {poem.title} + + ))} +
+ + {section.id < sections.length && ( +
+ +
+ )} +
+ ); + })} + + {/* Afterword */} +
+
+ +
+

Afterword

+ + When A Friend Dies +
- {/* Publications Section */} -
-
+ {/* Books Section */} +
+
-

External

-

Publications

+

Published Works

+

Books

-
- {/* Essay Section */} -
-
-
-

Essay

-

When A Friend Dies

-

For Leo E. Baldwin

-
-
-

- "When a friend dies, we're startled by our own feelings. Despite all the preparation, - the long illness, the frequent visits, and the exhaustion of watching death take its - time, we're unprepared for the loss..." -

- - Read the full essay - -
-
-
- {/* Memorial Footer */}