Linda Marie Van Tassell : Writing

God Is A Ghost On Wrens' Nest Road

God Is A Ghost On Wrens' Nest Road

A Poem by Linda Marie Van Tassell


Stanzas spill from my eyes and trail the moon for the loves ones whose life has ebbed away.
What People Want and People See

What People Want and People See

A Poem by Linda Marie Van Tassell


People see what they want to see, but they don't live inside of me.
November Fell In The Bole Of A Tree

November Fell In The Bole Of A Tree

A Poem by Linda Marie Van Tassell


Their eyes will never see tomorrow.
Sun-Spun and Smoldering

Sun-Spun and Smoldering

A Poem by Linda Marie Van Tassell


I see you as a phoenix rising ...
Dream Of You, Me:  We

Dream Of You, Me: We

A Poem by Linda Marie Van Tassell


I stoke the fires of autumn with my quill and unfold in silence each memory.
Pause Between The Lines

Pause Between The Lines

A Poem by Linda Marie Van Tassell


My lashes sweep the waning light.
This Is The Life!

This Is The Life!

A Poem by Linda Marie Van Tassell


The sound of music is in my shell.
Ceridwen

Ceridwen

A Poem by Linda Marie Van Tassell


Love can be bitter and love can be sweet.
Little Moon Flower

Little Moon Flower

A Story by Linda Marie Van Tassell


A Night Of Dreams Is Born In The Black Night Of His Hair ...
In This Moment, Forever

In This Moment, Forever

A Poem by Linda Marie Van Tassell


Drinking delight in the heart of love ...