J. John Nordstrom

“We are the daily bread of forlorn lovers, of all who want to believe in love; they cannot live without a taste.”
― Rob Bignell, Love Letters to Sophie's Mom

“It is upon such stones that men attempt to permanently etch history so they will not exist in a vacuum; it is the final statement after a lifetime of scratching out divisions upon the ground, over ephemeral time itself, merely to give their short journeys meaning, to tell others “I was here – do not forget me, do not let my brief blast dissolve into nothingness.”
― Rob Bignell

“The warm zephyr felt like the tips of thy fingers gently raking my cheek, my love.”
― J. John Nordstrom

“I only knew her deepest desire because it was my own, and when darkness came, I covered her shivering body with a soft blanket of stars. By moonlight, I read to her love poetry, which she, as my muse, had inspired.”
― J.John Nordstrom