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I Am Santo

Posts By: Jason Santo

Such effortless whimsy! Let those hands come together! There is celebration here, the rollicking train of tomorrow, locomotive joy under radiant Gods and laws as two stroll down as two, trade infinities, share heart words, press decorative lust and then, hands clasped, arms interlocked, return as one before the adoring, the obligated, the hungry, the […]

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He had run. Gwen’s voice rang in Adam’s ears, her shrill cries haunting as he left her in the hotel room after slipping his wedding ring back on. It had been two years of flirtation at work, conversing at days’ end in conference rooms and offices about what they’d do to each other; what they […]

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Come on, you fucks. Bring your ecclesiastic witness and your well-born intention. Bait the ignorant with common joy on the other side of life-long strife. Float in the unanswerable ether and evoke the billow and strummed heart, the burnished wings aloft in a sun-stained paradise where folly is forgiven and gates are unlocked by faith. […]

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Petie listened to the engine of the car. It was late afternoon and mom had been driving for forever. They’d stopped somewhere during the night – he remembered waking up and seeing the long white lights of a gas station overhead through the back window – but he didn’t believe they’d stopped since. And mom […]

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The weight of her words wasn’t vocabulary, it was the feeling they carried, as if each beat of her heart produced them. She and he had driven, walked, eaten, drank, smoked, slept and sat together, and her ease was still suspect, as if she were a lion tamer and he was a new beast. Her […]

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Not sure this happened. Not sure the wind in the trees rustled with answers to longing, or if that was the sound of clouds ripping apart under a sun that warmed too much, a sky that promised escape. And hearing it all was like milk on your lips, the contrast to now, stray white dribbling […]

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The need to say this staggers Like windswept tenacity In the untenable. “I love you.” What joy What kindness What thrill to utter simplicity In this incomplete now. “I love you.” To host these syllables! The back of the throat The tongue against teeth And then, the throat again But the teeth meeting bottom lip […]

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The light seared. It dipped and eddied like seawater in tidal pools, playing over him, flowing, stopping to immerse and then pulling away into the shadows of his features like stolen interest. He squinted into morning and the lines of his forehead creased at dusk, his wonder of the sun and its hold on him […]

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Kayla believed in the trust she felt for him, and that was rare. She didn’t know how to believe, was concerned she never would again, and they’d only known each other for less than few hours. But he decided to stay with her, missing his connecting flight home to Denver and instead staying with her […]

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No. Not here and not ever will those hands shake as they are, as if Hell breathed an updraft and the coward heart bloomed with rage and fire, shrieking limbs and tearing the mind into everywhere but home, where the beggar unfurls truth and fantasy, hope and ecstasy and the blessed receive baptism under a […]

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