Linda Marie Van Tassell > Writing | WritersCafe.org

His dancing petals will no longer sway.

The voice speaks the heart inside of you.

A collection of meandering thoughts ...

I spin on a thread of ravenous fire groping for a god on a burning wave.

My head is here; my heart is there.

I have found that there are but two things in life which are dependable: the delights of flesh and the delights of literature.

Such sweet collaboration between the body and the mind, the magnanimous devices that the willing dare to find.