Aiming for a creative life

I Am Santo

Posts By: Jason Santo

Drawn in salt, in the sweat of our effort, are these rules; man made guidelines for our protection and diligence. They bark and threaten with punishments to keep us in line. Keep safe. Color in the lines. Follow with one foot in front of the other to ensure it all goes as planned in this […]

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Hidden Ecstasies

Hands balled into fists, skin stretched white over bone, nails digging into palms as reminders the moment is real, the pain of flesh diminished in the face of the shocking black boiling inside. Undone memories, borrowed from the lives and whimsy of others, described and downplayed with indifference, yet indelible and stalking within dark stretches […]

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Don’t it impress, that feisty tenacity of the sea’s spray? The salty corrosion of her mineral kiss on land and metal, eroding concrete and steel? She loves to seduce progress, beckoning it ever closer with calm nights alight with starshine and days reflecting sky and sun in the swim of glass pools. It edges closer […]

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e4rthy: Deviation by Jose Renteria

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brutalgeneration: Yosemite in Winter! | Jeff Sullivan Photography

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She dips low, beauty ducking from view with flare and golden offerings, and the world sinks into the cold waters of shadow. All things fade from her light. Though she gifts everything life, it all recedes from her as rot and wilt. Were it only possible to keep her shine on failing skin and mind. […]

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“Isn’t it just the damnedest thing?” he asked in a cracking voice gruff with tobacco and experience. “It’ll carry you, transport you from here to another place and from there, another and another.” I nodded, hot sun playing at the corners of my eyes. He smiled crooked, lips curled somewhere in the middle of rumination. […]

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Platinum is rare. Rarer still is a trip outside the confines of Earth’s pull. Then there’s the fleeting sight of a God particle afforded by the apex of human ingenuity. So much fleeting transience, incalculably invaluable. None of it comparing to tender moments with this feline terror. Made docile by night’s increasingly early descent and […]

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Bleeding ideas out of the box, actors have new names, views steal fresh angles and stories drip like crimson from split skin, lacerations leaking unique moments in old tales. Whodunit? She did. With a hammer to the back of the head, but to know her crime first and then divine motive breaks the mold; slides […]

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