...careful the morning lest it wake from slumber the city half-encumbered by the morning mist ...

— John Geddes

...cities are murky places - hatching grounds for monsters...

— John Geddes

...come lie beside me again and understand - the others can show by actions, but I alone will immortalize you in words...

— John Geddes

...consider yourself a functional character in someone else's novel - a background character - a person on the street - that's the perspective ...

— John Geddes

...dark embers smolder inside me - one touch, and they flare - who would have thought memory combustible, or near your bright sparks appear?...

— John Geddes

...dark furrow lines grid the snow, punctuated by orange abacus beads of pumpkins - now the crows own the field...

— John Geddes

Deb and I were married on a snowy night - wind cross-wove a veil of snow for her then threw confetti at us as we left the lighted church...

— John Geddes

December's winter breath is already clouding the pond, frosting the pane, obscuring summer's memory...

— John Geddes

...did you know that in your eyes there are bright flecks of green and orange - and that they are lovely?...

— John Geddes

...don't be self-conscious - other people are completely unaware of you and more concerned with how they appear ...

— John Geddes