Jennifer Saint

Maybe he runs after our father, the man he has never met.

Maybe he runs after our father, the man he has never met.

Ten years that I have lived without my father, clinging to every victory related to us by messengers who pass through Mycenae.

I know that some people will say he never loved his children, that he couldn’t have done, given what he did. But I remember the feel of his arms around me and the steady beat of his heart against my ear, and I know there will never be a safer place in this world for me than that.

What are men, but creations of Zeus that should never have existed?

Don’t make a fool of yourself for Aphrodite

“So you waited to get me alone.”

“Is that a problem?”

We aren’t as different as you think.”

Missing your handsome war-god?

You didn’t think the God of War had a heart to give,