Aiming for a creative life

I Am Santo

Posts By: Jason Santo

bohemianfilthfest: dudenaw: WHAT Pocho, the 5.2 meter (17 feet) long friendly crocodile! You’ve already met Gustave the killer croc, now it’s time to meet Pocho. Costa Rican fisherman Chito first met the croc after finding him with a gunshot wound on the banks of the Central American state’s Parismina river 20 years ago. He had been […]

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The eagerness is to protect; track and kill whichever threat crosses any pane. Wild eyes search hungrily, expectantly, and the days saunter past the hunt with a brand of tremulous rhythm misspent on correction. Let them be free, one wonders? Windows cast like a lightbox, and stares flex against intrusion, animal instincts a strike away […]

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A Muse’s Child

She asks me to undo this breath of life,the push from a muse’s whispersthat each stroke of the pen bleeds. She doesn’t want to be a sketch,a forgotten doodleon a tossed away slip of notepaper. She has a story,a longing heart searchingfor the synchronous beat of another’s. She fears she’ll manifestas something without value,and so […]

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“Why do we love the light?” he asked. His eyes verged of tears, as if the question forced pins into his stomach. I shrugged and observed the beauty of our shared moment. “You don’t know?” he wondered, his voice thin. I nodded. “I only know why I do,” I replied. He stared into the crawl […]

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Bled by light, chemical burns and crushed within fists shaking from violent rage, dark eyes penetrate. Cancers pervasive in the edges of this self portrait, growing, eating, fucking and clawing with eagerness to end the tinny clarion setting hairs on end, tearing kindness from saints. Glares and flares, deepened stares, the enemy of reason and […]

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After the thrive, when promises dripped liked early morning dew, the decay set in; challenging hopes, chasing dreams with the sharpened teeth of reality. They fell, the shared home of their experience dropping away as the might of cacophonous days forced change. Never of heart, but of circumstance. The wind is what sets this course, […]

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Crouched on the precipice. Studying the edge. Calculating risk. With bets you won’t hedge. I know your heart, for it’s just like mine. We see everything the same, though you’re the youngest, you will be the best, the apex of our line. He knows it too, your grandfather, your mentor, your friend. He’ll watch your […]

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bohemianfilthfest: the cloud door — under a sky stroked by ribbons of night a heart out-pours, spilling secrets like ancestral blood the stars nod knowingly at one another they have seen this so many times before declarations of love jump from slick lips jumbled up in their haste to tell tiny stories the heavens listen, […]

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Rage shatters blessed vision, instinct unleashed. Feral emotion spreading as fire over a starved plain, and shards splinter as smoke in this burning moment, reason undone. Pleasures inhabit distant lands, seducing, laughing, flourishing in wet heat, breaths hitched and worry choked. So far from here where light cracks, breaking worship, murdering intention, efforts expiring with […]

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