Linda Marie Van Tassell Writing

She knows the difference between calm and calamity.

What is a woman without a man's love?

So much deeper than deeper can be.

I drank in love's glory then sank in the stormy tide.

Death is an anchor, and blood is the rose.

Charlie
Fly the plane

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This is the night, the dark flower of day.

Night blossoms black on the tide of sleep. The roses bleed, but I will not weep.

He paints like summer in warm strokes of fire ...

Like the grave, he is full of bones.

A man has his will, but the woman has her way.