“I play a piano of words—its icy tinkle echoes through your halls” — john j geddes Echoes Copy Share Image
“burnt by the sun of your mouth, I’m unable to speak or paint you with words” — john j geddes Desire Copy Share Image
“my soul has shadows – nooks and crannies where griefs, like cobwebs, collect” — john j geddes Death Copy Share Image
“You are my winter suddenness—a glass of red wine spilt across a white tablecloth” — john j geddes Attraction Copy Share Image
“This will be a winter so desolate, only memory can fill the emptiness” — john j geddes Desolate Copy Share Image
