“ ...I don't just wish you rain, Beloved - I wish you the beauty of storms... ”
...some nights I'd sneak out and listen to the radio in my Dad's old Chevy - children need solitude - they don't teach that in school...
~ John Geddes
...the wet brush of snowflakes was like your kisses everywhere ...
...no good writing flows from a polluted well - you can write about monsters, but you can't be one...
...true love is an irrevocable act - you can only give your heart away once - after that, you give as much as you have left ...
