“...how are you sacred to me? your lines are golden threads - your patter, my patten - I explore the liturgy of your words...” — John Geddes Copy Share Image
“...those others - they're looking for trends - subjects to catch a spark - but I have you - a coal from God's altar… — John Geddes Copy Share Image
“...careful the morning lest it wake from slumber the city half-encumbered by the morning mist ...” — John Geddes Copy Share Image
“... my early writing was a silent fury - at what or whom, I had no idea - but I shut it in until… — John Geddes Copy Share Image
“...little children adore me - I'm a Troll Tamer and they know it!...” — John Geddes Copy Share Image
“...all this time I've been worshiping you - when other men wanted to kiss you, I've been offering the praise of my lips...” — John Geddes Copy Share Image
“... the scarlet thread,the red clay from which we were made, runs in tiny streams through all our veins, reminding us of where we… — John Geddes Copy Share Image
“...you are not what you seem - you're a Sylph - you leave and the air retains your image - you haunt me...” — John Geddes Copy Share Image
“...God daubs stars into galaxies with fiery paint - the same lacquer he uses upon your lips...” — John Geddes Copy Share Image
“...language always occurs in a context - you can speak Elizabethan words, but to speak the language you have to put on the mindset...” — John Geddes Copy Share Image
“...the feelings that pass between us are deeper than fleshly touches...” — John Geddes Copy Share Image
“...open the access to your heart and write down what your voice is whispering...” — John Geddes Copy Share Image
