A Prophet’s Wake

Inwrapped in the emotions, entrapped in the covers. My dreams are meant for me to send you the information. Wild ink, set strength. A global assistant of high rank. An everyday recipient where sentiment meets sentence. Literature response was my dream. Beautiful conception, divine perfection, genius projection, I always down play my investments. I’m in a new logic recording words, bringing a new sensitivity of latent verbs. The pain of endless pleasure rocking me to sleep. It’s hard to wake…

Blissful Sting

Words from my husband, Jesse Robertson – Winter 2014 Feeling the blissful sting of snow on ones face is a beautiful feeling. Winter… Winter is a time for reflection, a time for meditation, a time for prayer. The cold blankets the land in a slumbering embrace, just as it blankets my soul. The Feminine Divine…