People can perceive a smile from 300 feet away. Your eyes light up, though that I cannot see, and unknowingly, my mouth corners tug at my lips. Faces are made to mimic one another, so even when I have the capability of five thousand other,…

HOUR ELEVEN moonbeams singing a lullaby everything is bathed in a glossy luminescence beneath the furrowed duvet, a wisteria vine sigh How to escape this earthly noise? pine tree in my tea-cup. ii. sweet drops on the pine cones resin tears on the thistle a…