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I Am Santo

Posts By: Jason Santo

She’s gone. For every mistake, each lash of reflected disdain’s whip and tear shed at silent admonishment for all of it, there was now a shard. The biggest pieces of herself still shown back: the need for his grip on her hips, the yearning for importance in all of their lives, the desire to walk […]

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The limitless game, bred from legions of craned necks, would have this mean something. Have the stark interplay of tangled shadows suggest destiny, breathing, the reach for something untouchable yet forever enticing. Looking for meaning from the sky haunts the sullen and inspires the joyous; yet it’s the flaked shavings of science, excess on the […]

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At the edge of antiquity, the crumbling vacancy of hope is a mistake taken wind, a mast erected and gathering the warm southern breeze, spread with the fuel of sunlight. The mist rises and the balance of these limited fortunes diminish with each course navigated. Stay or go. Fight or flight. Worry or indifference. The […]

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Come on. The cold relents. The biting frost disappears. The wounds of winter heal. Live. You’ve done it before. The roads threatened with their access to an end, the tuck and dive and screech and crush avoided by simple hopes. That next great meal. That next wonderful kiss. The next joke and beautiful day where […]

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Come on. The cold relents. The biting frost disappears. The wounds of winter heal. Live. You’ve done it before. The roads threatened with their access to an end, the tuck and dive and screech and crush avoided by shingle hopes. That next great meal. That next wonderful kiss. The next joke and beautiful day where […]

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Trapped by the flood of circumstance and the ardor of impossibly attained lust, the net cast, the zeros and ones of outrageous fortune that cling to hearts literate in the great languages of binding, abiding, yearning, desiring. Rocky shores threaten shipwrecked delight and moonlight reveals skeletons awash in the salt of uncommon release, cracked ribcages […]

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Unflinching. Unopened. These wide open eyes with fixed irises tell no tale of light’s injustice or the hard, weathered shell of smooth longing. Granite folly and the stuttering heart of concrete majesty stands emblematic of spent passions and incapable desires. Adorning the mundane, it’s expended effort; spilled seed anywhere but where life could spark in […]

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Max snapped the shot. She dared him not to; willed him into staring into her rather than capturing her, but that’s where the magic lived. In that confused moment where motives became live wires in street puddles each stood in barefoot, helpless. Only she was rage of senses, the dizzying of balance and welcome shock. […]

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On approach, it’s all beauty. It’s that cheek ripening smile and uncaring laugh, so remarkable in volume and engulfing passion that the nervous air splits as it does moments before lightning strikes. Yet the receiving waters of guilt flood each corner and such moments of fine forgiveness, laid out as spotless cutlery before a grand […]

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Driving lines lose delicate balance in the swirl of oncoming, uncommon reason. To pull the ripcord isn’t even an option, as the blood and bone of this velocity would rip from weak flesh if momentum ceased. Yet, yes. Flirting with that is the point. Now speed really matters, the highlight chill of error and the […]

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