Ignore my screams of pain because in contemporary  Society mortals scream not in pain but for love,  And what are mortals if not for a loveless world? so rip My lungs out, but hold my corpse because Eurydice  Had everything she ever asked for when Orpheus looked Back if only to check whether she was okay as they  Walked to the second chance they never got. Sometimes I look at my dog, and I want to cry Because what are lives if not temporary, What is a mortal if not hereditary

Why Sex Therapists Hate The Simpsons                                                                         You’d think being a sex therapist would be stimulating. (Pun intended. I long to be a writer.) But it’s soooo boring. Same old, same old. Infidelity. Fear of sexual intimacy—yes, ex-husband #1, that’s you with your computer and spreadsheets after making love—difficulties achieving orgasm, mismatched libidos; now you’re up, ex-husband # 2. As a Scorpio you should have b

The St Augustine Diet Osceola, Billy P, starved himself just so, slipped like soap through the window and the grasp, chiefly on his own, and away yet again. The air as thick as he was now thin; hot as he was cunning, tenacious, so full of mosquitoes. The hope wafted around, flitted everywhere, little helicopters  looking for a purchase that matters. R James Sennett Jr lives, works, breathes and chases his muse in Louisville, Kentucky. His poetry has appeared in numerous publi

What Doesn’t Kill You The mulberry leaves have faded to a papery yellow, again. We’ve almost lost this plant twice—rescuing it from dehydration ( Have you watered it? No, I thought you had?),  only to see it washed out in the Summer storms. I’ve been feeding it diluted nutrients slowly, slowly, until its pale veins coursed with green, and its foliage softened and flushed with colour. Looking closer, I see tiny buds sprouting from the stalks. I rub a leaf between my fingers—gl