Aiming for a creative life

I Am Santo

Posts By: Jason Santo

Get in the bliss of this. Get into the euphoria that breeds high among the wisps of gold cirrus splayed about at pefect dusk, where eyes reflect that look more beautiful than day’s end, and magic hour plays a quiet second fiddle to the orchestra of love in Nature’s vast symphony. Nothing more gorgeous than […]

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The last thing he saw was the last thing he ever wanted to see. She, on bent knees, prowling like a cat in the wild, but not desperate or hungry. A well fed cat. Confident. Relaxed. The night outside was cast in the glow of streetlights, their orange bent into umber by the low ceiling […]

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Let’s keep our fingers knotted, baby. Like the briar wrapped under the moon Let’s give in to the urge and swoon And sway to our own private tune. Let’s put ourselves together, baby. We knew how to once before When our future held much in store And affection lived at our core. Let’s kiss like […]

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The razor carries more truth, but cuts less than words. So many times, the utterances fall like daggers and lacerate will, severing hope and carving away onion skin that fails to protect from the sick grip of entropy. Dreams leave longer scars, haunting with their suggestions of what should have been while reality suffocates like […]

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Nothing’s the same. The sky runs below, and cirrus worry stretches thin over cumulonimbus climbs threatening deluge and destruction, their fierceness and fury an echo of this lovers’ hell. The world’s grown concave, perception’s edges pulled in around the infinity of space leaking from a blown open center. Travel peels away hours, unfeeling periphery pushing […]

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It’s all owed to you. The carry and sacrifice and the frightening tear of nature that untethers life from your own, like planets spun from suns. You, that sun, that center around which we orbit, sing and dance. How you are loved. Don’t you know? Regardless of the way we drift, as if comets loosed […]

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“Let me love you,” she said. Garret stood at the door to her bedroom, legs crossed, looking down as he pressed the heel of one shoe onto the toes of the other. She was naked before him, in his bed, the most beautiful woman he’d ever known. And he couldn’t raise his eyes to meet […]

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It’s what’s wanted. To be parallel. To strive for limitless possibility together. To disrupt nature and Her deleterious claims that that desire sits highborne and companionship, unwashed. Let there be great rage at laws restricting passion! Fuck compromise and the lies that everything is great, fine, and how are you? No one cares. They’re craven […]

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The belief in you is salvation for a soul left crooked by worry and fault. The twenty hour wakings leave heavy stones on hearts beating with ever more labor that you – somehow and someway – avoid the haunt of misery. It’s not all sadness. There are smiles and laughter poking through the blanket of […]

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She’d searched long for the place where her grandfather had finished his novel. History was unkind to Jamie’s family legacy, for they were not conventional victors, but thieves that played at lives unearned. Her grandfather had assumed so many identities over the last three decades of his life, but here now she’d located his final […]

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