“fingers of wind combed the lake into ridges—icy palm prints glistened wherever it rested” — john j geddes Copy Share Image
“I’m a man of stone - and my hands are not soft enough to brush away, each stray wisp of hair” — john j geddes Copy Share Image
“In the baby’s room The city lights are Milky In the curtains… Breath Gentle as rain, Sleep Quiet as snowflakes” — john j geddes Copy Share Image
“I will not exorcise you—I’d miss your fragrance, the soft tread of your step on the stair” — john j geddes Copy Share Image
“I am your stone of necessity calling up spirits from rain puddles—your Magus of words” — john j geddes Copy Share Image
