Fix #9 - ekphrastisize some poems

For ekphrastic articles, add `ekphrastic` node to YAML metadata.
This node includes subnodes `image`, `title`, `alt`, `link`, and `class`.
`image` provides a link to the local image--just include the file name
with the extension, not the folder (all images should be in /img/.)
`title` provides the title of the image, and the alt-text, if there
is no `alt` node.
`alt`, if it exists, provides the alt text for the image.
`link`, if present, wraps the image in an `<a>` tag--it should point
to the source web page of the ekphrastic image.
`class`, if present, sets the class(es) for the image, for styling.

In this commit, I've set `ekphrastic` on the four articles that have
them so far: 'The Death Zone,' 'AMBER alert,' 'The moon is gone,' and
'Man.' I've also updated .template.html with the changes, and updated
README.md to reflect the changes in YAML structure.

1 files changed, 7 insertions, 8 deletions

@@ -37,14 +37,13 @@
             
                     </header>
 
-        <section class="content prose">
-            <p>He looked down at his hands idly while he was typing. They were <a href="weplayedthosegamestoo.html">dry and cracked in places</a>. He thought he might start bleeding so he went inside for some lotion.</p>
-            <p>“Do we have any lotion” he asked his mother. “In the medicine cabinet” she said without looking up from the TV. He walked into the <a href="boar.html">bathroom</a> and looked at himself in the mirror. “I look strange” he said to himself “I look like a teenager.” He stared into his <a href="man.html">right eye, then his left</a>. He saw nothing but <a href="deathstrumpet.html">his own reflection fish-eyed</a> in his pupils. He opened the medicine cabinet.</p>
-            <p>Back in his Writing Shack, he started to type.</p>
-            <blockquote>
-            <p>What is it about hands that gives them such power? It is that their power is hidden in the arm. Push on the inside of the wrist–the hand closes. Reach under the skin and pull on the outside tendons– the hand opens again. Hands are only <a href="ex-machina.html">machines</a> for grasping, controlled by the arm, not the mind.</p>
-            </blockquote>
-        </section>
+        
+        <section class="content prose"><p>He looked down at his hands idly while he was typing. They were <a href="weplayedthosegamestoo.html">dry and cracked in places</a>. He thought he might start bleeding so he went inside for some lotion.</p>
+<p>“Do we have any lotion” he asked his mother. “In the medicine cabinet” she said without looking up from the TV. He walked into the <a href="boar.html">bathroom</a> and looked at himself in the mirror. “I look strange” he said to himself “I look like a teenager.” He stared into his <a href="man.html">right eye, then his left</a>. He saw nothing but <a href="deathstrumpet.html">his own reflection fish-eyed</a> in his pupils. He opened the medicine cabinet.</p>
+<p>Back in his Writing Shack, he started to type.</p>
+<blockquote>
+<p>What is it about hands that gives them such power? It is that their power is hidden in the arm. Push on the inside of the wrist–the hand closes. Reach under the skin and pull on the outside tendons– the hand opens again. Hands are only <a href="ex-machina.html">machines</a> for grasping, controlled by the arm, not the mind.</p>
+</blockquote></section>
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