Spectral

Buds furled tight until they open—purple,      yellow, rose, a sky blue. The irises grow supple and green      like goddesses. The goddess Iris brought the souls of women      to the Elysian Fields. I imagine my soul in a dawn where the dead are newly alive,      having shed their […]

Regarding Shear

That a roof over every head shelters. That stresses compress or tension the trusses. That inspection figures the load, the bending. That a shear diagram and a moment diagram are not the same as living in the moment. And this shear has nothing to do with sheep, the wool shaved off the body.     […]