Issue #34.75 The Poetry Site Moved
Hello my crazy, shiny goblin friends!
Don't use Dreamhost as a web hosting company.
If you do, I highly recommend you move your sites elsewhere. TEH and I are in the process of doing this very thing (which will take months) and my main sites (exitpursuedbyabear.net, lisarabey.com, excessivelydiverting.net) are now hosted elsewhere with my little consulting company's site (nerdgirl.net) to be added in the near future. My little poetry site, modgirl.net, I have kept at Dreamhost because it's tiny, gets very little traffic, and I'm only on the site for a few hours a week updating content so it doesn't need much babying like my other sites.
Or so I thought.
Yesterday, I got an email from Dreamhost that I'm running out of memory on my little poetry site and they are pushing for me to upgrade to a bigger hosting package. This happened to a testing site I had on Dreamhost a month or so back and TEH investigated and found Dreamhost uses antiquated equipment and software with poor resource management which was causing the issues. We brought this up to Dreamhost via numerous tickets only to be kicked in the knees for every question we asked. Tired of the runaround, I deleted the site. (Since it was only a testing server, I didn't need to have it online and I've moved my testing elsewhere.)
Instead of fighting with Dreamhost on modgirl.net, I've migrated the poetry site over to acourtesanpoet.wordpress.com. If you go to modgirl.net, it will redirect you to the site though not the poems themselves. Just like modgirl.net, you can subscribe to the site via email or if you're a WordPress user, you can follow the blog as well. The tumblr, twitter, and insta accounts have not changed.
I've been manic for a few days now and today's poem reflects that status pretty well.
roar
i am bored of
the sameness
inside my head
the deafening weight
of my thoughts
(feels) impossible
while the roaring
continues on
telling my stories
while an audience
slowly claps
P.S. Sorry for the massive postings this week. It's either feast or famine. I'll see you again on Monday when I post my gratitudes.
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