“ December's wintery breath is already clouding the pond, frosting the pane, obscuring summer's memory... John Geddes
“ ...I remember the oily smoke of a cigarette suspended in a shaft of sunlight - with you, everything was beautiful... John Geddes
“ ...Tolstoy said, happiness is an allegory, unhappiness a story - then what does that make us?... John Geddes
“ ...You won't age? I promise you this - your hands will go shiny and transparent and at the slightest bruise they'll bleed... John Geddes
“ Paint in blue and black...sometimes gray - the colors of night - occasionally I surprise you with a mustard yellow, but then, I am a poet ... John Geddes
“ ...did you know that in your eyes there are bright flecks of green and orange - and that they are lovely?... John Geddes
“ ...I pray this winter be gentle and kind - a season of rest from the wheel of the mind... John Geddes
“ ...everyone wants to be excited by something magical and wondrous - to be reminded of how they once saw the world ... John Geddes
“ ...God sometimes sends flowers -but I like it best when he darkens the sky and lights up an infinitude of worlds... John Geddes
“ ...when you're broken, everything gets a little honester - you make mistakes and don't give a damn - you give up on perfection, but get real... John Geddes
