Aiming for a creative life

I Am Santo

Posts By: Jason Santo

He’s you. In so many you are two of a kind. The eyes. Always the eyes which caught me so by surprise the first day I saw him, a small face looking back at me with blue I’ve looked into for countless days, across myriad feelings and settings, blue that never ceases to arrest and […]

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Cinéma Vérité

Flickering light moves,carrying a floodof hopesand expectation. Crunchy exaltationpunctuating with saltthe sweetness of each moment,a lift and carryof magicin an age of logic,the last bastionof suspended disbelief. Sit.Dive into new lives. Cry for the lost,sing laughter in galesof spun narrativethat floatthrough darkened airon light stretching overhead,stealing away realityand blendingthe flavor of itwith borrowed desires. Willing […]

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With my eyes I see art, yet my hands move as if compromised by other skills, no delicacy with color or shape, no wood or nails meeting exact measures to impress. So I rely on simple science, something new; glass and lens to portray unique angles on this unoriginal span of days generously labeled a […]

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Flickering light moves, carrying a flood of hopes and expectation. Crunchy exaltation punctuating with salt the sweetness of each moment, a lift and carry of magic in an age if logic, the last bastion of suspended disbelief. Sit. Dive into new lives. Cry for the lost, sing laughter in gales of spun narrative that float […]

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Best friends? Or simply a temporary alliance? #cat #son #boy #toddler #cute #adorable #sweet #pet #bonding #love #thedamnbinky (at Casa de Santo)

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No Entry

iPhone 5 shotGo ahead. Blockade with weak words and expect obedience. Your demands are cinnamon, sprinkled carelessly over concrete and steel, a pretty invitation to desecration; a saccharine protest lost in the swirl of hasty decision. You need the unswayed, lusting for the emboldened to chase down your precious bounty, but truth reveals emptiness of […]

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In the Air

No bearings. Winds carry winsome souls. Perched on perfect landscapes, owning everything, they remain unsettled. Stirred again, the air a cyclonic haze of desire, the passionate spin into new directions, uncertainly seducing new homes. Rich embrace accepted, heads turn, necks crane, vigilant for new currents to send up sails and coast to fresh meadows of […]

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Lightdancer

I caught you dancing in this light as I tutored new life and you, comprised of zeros and ones – a binary antidote to monotony – shed your digits one by one, until all that was left was zero. The sum of your virtual experience impressed on thoughts just as intangible, yet both are as […]

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Poor Puff

It bled blue stars among fragments of strewn mica, the waste of nostalgic longing and memories bound to forgettable things. It didn’t matter, the shatter of glass a hope released from holding. For a moment it seems wise: unleash dragons from their watery graves and douse worlds in fresh fire. Cleanse and cauterize this diseased […]

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Fires rip through the final act of our drama, charcoal teeth gnashing and flaming tongues tasting each quiet hope nestled in these soft bellies. No regard for hopes or wishes, hours crisp and melt away as opportunities stolen, disappearing into a glorious display that arrests spinning thoughts. Eyes turn to the brilliance of this demise, […]

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