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I Am Santo

Posts By: Jason Santo

Shimmering and sun soaked, she jumped puddles like they were acid-filled, stinging hurt awaiting her errant footfalls. Umbrella tight in hand, the rain dribbled around her edges, staining pools of spent tears with ripples of impact. Light stung at the corners of her eyes, but she moved fast to avoid it all, undistracted by the […]

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Caught

Diving from the sun. Piercing eyes, a flare, the shine of a stare too long at hope and warm acceptance. Dance with the periphery, live at the corners with affordable prisms that skitter as insects under scrutiny, fearful of capture. Hold out hands, flex fingers and find gold play and coal shade drift with each […]

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Tranquil horizons melt under gray turmoil, and verdant lands stretch, yawning, to recharge under inclement rolls of curdled breath. Dusk silenced by the kettledrum calls of approaching fervor, the gasp of saffron light conducts leaves to open, legs to spread for the welcoming flood. Storms exact quivering lips, tensed thighs, great exhales from starved lands […]

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Ghosts don’t travel in sunlight, but there they were, translucent and shimmering outside the gathering storm, souls reaching from a fiery heart fleeing discord. Even the impending torrential storm won’t quell this blaze. Gathering in the chest, ducking behind a rib, huddled into itself, the restless spirits will continue to nip at the heels of […]

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Ready for the Flood

Shot with a Canon t2i using a 50mm, f1.4 lensTranquil horizons melt under gray turmoil, and verdant lands stretch, yawning, to recharge under inclement rolls of curdled breath. Dusk silenced by the kettledrum calls of approaching fervor, the gasp of saffron light conducts leaves to open, legs to spread for the welcoming flood. Storms exact […]

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In the Gray

iPhone 5 shotSmall things, lost in the deep blur of land and sea’s mourning. The haze of undying, burning off the gray of uncertain paths, revealing color and contrast where before there was only wandering without a hand to hold. Cold tears and solemn reflection clinging to icy shores as small hopes soar almost unseen […]

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Tips

Dropped coins. Change. Cannot heal anythingwith their clinking,rustlingin the bottom of pockets,forgotten dropsfrom larger bills. Cast aside fractions,some pretend at value,but with copper souls easily bent. Spinning,dropped wild onto surfacesand making exact, noisy points. They’ll win no wars,profit only the lowand count only when myriad. Ignored,deigned to be hoarded,it’s the wisest that collect,save,perceive truth worth.

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Small things, lost in the deep blur of land and sea’s mourning. The haze of undying, burning off the gray of uncertain paths, revealing color and contrast where before there was only wandering without a hand to hold. Cold tears and solemn reflection clinging to icy shores as small hopes soar almost unseen in the […]

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She asks me to undo this breath of life, the push from a muse’s whispers that each stroke of the pen bleeds. She doesn’t want to be a sketch, a forgotten doodle on a tossed away slip of notepaper. She has a story, a longing heart searching for a synchronous beat of another’s. She fears […]

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In Order

Squares watchwith perfect orderthe chaotic playof sunlight’s shimmering end,sparkling denouementfluttering by windthat dares to throwshade before passage. Curled as one in blur,lessons playand their bond mergesfondness and idealism,sanctity of quieter momentsprotected insidefrom the blusterof colorful flight. Still the distance swims around them,unnoticed but crawlingthrough perfect lines,ninety-degree anglesaligning in a worldwhere symmetry silently attemptsrule over beauty’s […]

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