Update writings.html title and restructure header for improved navigation

- Changed the Open Graph title from "flower power" to "selected writings" for better content representation.
- Wrapped the header image in a link to the secrets.html page, enhancing user navigation.
- Removed the poems section to streamline content presentation and focus on selected writings.

Author: zesameri

writings.html

@@ -16,7 +16,7 @@
   <meta name="description" content="It's whatever you want to make of it.">
   <meta name="author" content="kvitka">
   <!-- Facebook Metadata -->
-  <meta name="og:title" content="flower power">
+  <meta name="og:title" content="selected writings">
   <meta name="og:description" content="It's whatever you want to make of it.">
   <meta name="og:url" content="http://zesameri.github.io">
   <meta name="og:type" content="website">
@@ -39,10 +39,10 @@
   <div class="content-wrapper">
     <section class="writing">
       <div class="top-bar">
-          <h1 class="header"> 
-              <img class="header-img" src="assets/images/flower.svg">
-              writing
-            </h1>
+        <h1 class="header"> 
+            <a href="./secrets.html"><img class="header-img" src="assets/images/flower.svg"></a>
+            writing
+          </h1>
       </div>
 
 
@@ -126,119 +126,6 @@ <h2 class="section-title">essays</h2>
           target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">read more here</a>
         </dd>
       </dl>
-
-      <!-- Poems Section -->
-      <h2 class="section-title">poems</h2>
-      <dl class="list">
-        <dt> dear old lover </dt>
-        <dd class="list__item">
-          <p> I got a message from an old boyfriend, asking me to be penpals, 
-            and wishing me well. But dating him was like chasing the wind. 
-            <br><br>
-            It's wild that I chased the wind. When I felt like running after 
-            something, and something felt like nothing and now nothing keeps 
-            trying to play tag.
-            <br><br>
-            I know how the wind feels.<br>
-            Somedays I think <br>
-            I'll meet you outside my window, <br>
-            but when I look out <br>
-            all I see is rain.
-            </p>
-        </dd>
-        <dt> tuesday night </dt>
-        <dd class="list__item">
-          <p> Hey I know it's late, but I think I left some of my stuff at your place. <br>
-            I think the back of my neck maybe somewhere near your ps3. <br> Or maybe
-            by your bong. <br>
-            I think I may have left my favorite pair of socks and the <br>
-            small of my back. I mean what really matters is that black dress, <br>
-            I kinda need it this weekend <br>
-            Oh, and also that point when it hurt and I fought back tears. <br>
-            I can wait until the weekend, but if you're home and still up, <br>
-            could I pop in and grab my stuff?
-          </p>
-        </dd>
-
-        <dt> </dt>
-        <dd class="list__item ">
-          <p>
-              constantly thinking. chaotic. <br>
-              i'm constantly thinking. neurotic. <br>
-              accelerate. foot's on the gas. <br>
-              ready to brake. turn. check the mirror. <br>
-              fifteen seconds ahead. flip a switch. switch a lane <br>
-              turn. slow down. angle & timing. distance & angle. <br>
-              turn the wheel slowly. gradual. smooth. controlled.
-          </p>
-          <p>
-              what does he think. time ticks. ticks of the signal.<br>
-              silence. <br>
-              speak. check mirrors. <br>
-              fifteen seconds ahead of us. <br>
-              fifteen miles of decisions in the rear view of <br>
-              my psyche.
-          </p>
-          <p> young drivers </p>
-        </dd>
-
-        <dt> sensitivity </dt>
-        <dd class="list__item ">
-          <p>
-              a blessing and a curse <br>
-              imagine too much sensitivity <br>
-              couldn't swallow a bite because <br>
-              i could feel it too much in my throat. <br>
-              place your hand on my shoulder <br>
-              slap. <br>
-              a rush of electricity upon contact.
-          </p>
-          <p>
-              like a fox on the highway, dodging<br>
-              judgement, anxiety, social disturbance <br>
-              speak. check mirrors. <br>
-              ten over the speed limit.
-          </p>
-          <p>
-              wildfire kisses.<br>
-              eye contact like splinters. <br>
-              but he can't hide a smirk. <br>
-          </p>
-        </dd>
-
-        <dt> bumps </dt>
-        <dd class="list__item">
-          <p> bumps left. bumps right. big hands </p>
-          <p> no consent. bumps. brush. coast. wrap. lope. rope. </p>
-          <p> no words. no exchange. just bumps and bumps </p>
-          <p> gropes and grabs </p>
-          <p> unwrapping my presents, tearing paper </p>
-        </dd>
-
-        <dt> Untitled Poem #4 </dt>
-        <dd class="list__item ">
-          <p>
-              There is a glass that separates me from you. <br>
-              I can't tell if its visable, if its clear or opaque
-          </p>
-          <p>
-              There is a glass that separates me from you. <br>
-              I think you can see it. I think you know its there. <br>
-              Stares. staring at me. <br>
-              Or are they staring at the glass.
-          </p>
-          <p>
-              If they looked away, did they look away from the divide. <br>
-              Did they look away from me.
-          </p>
-          <p>
-              There's a glass that separates me from you. <br>
-              Its stiff. Its thick. Its cold. Like classroom lighting. <br>
-              Its enclosing. Its plastic wrap. And I <br>
-              don't have enough air to breathe.
-          </p>
-        </dd>
-      </dl>
     </section>
 
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