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I Am Santo

Posts By: Jason Santo

A Past Unforgotten

His hands were not spotted with the rigors of age, but drawn upon with the sinking of skin and the ink of veins carrying old blood; green tributaries of life that spread through his forearm and into the back of his hand as would a highway across a map connecting major cities. His eyes, bright […]

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Hollow

Even the evil love their children. Exhibiting tenderness in quiet moments when their decisions for selfish gain at the expense of others plays as underscore to the smiles and warmth traded with young eyes filled with love and trust. Is there worry in their hearts, these callous shepherds of greed, that their innocence will someday […]

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Smoke

This magic green, a verdant swirl of calm inhaled when the lights dim and laughter dances, it spits me out a half-chewed relic of hypocritical belief and misplaced blame. Wrapped in its cloak of hazy reasoning, judgement slips and restricted tendencies lurking below practiced coloring within lines seize the soul and hands, a cure for […]

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She Sees

Whose eyes are these that study you? Whose words are these that spill – that search for your smile and release your feral heart? For you are wild and there is no time for editing. The first flood of adoration comes unbidden, yet premeditated, a calculated measure of sincerity as if celluloid performance for review […]

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Living With It

My impatient eyes know too little of you and jealousy courses through my veins informing blood as much as oxygen, coloring the roads under this thin skin green instead of blue. I’ve loved you too much and for too long, known too much dissatisfaction in the course of these many days to be expected to […]

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Beginning

iPhone 5 shot In this morning light, you were older than those years scrawled on calendar pages turned and forgotten. You looked at me with hair strewn about your head, straw spun by sleep and dreams, and your eyes said, “I will get older. My skin will stretch and my muscles will grow, my shoulders […]

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May 18

The day is marked forever in equal measures of forgiveness and fright, a night that brought a darkness as unimaginable as the pain, odds and measure of brutality she fought against. She found the comfort of first position and knew there was a chance she’d exit these days as she had started them in the […]

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Sand Grains

Our love had transformed to cancer long before the night I said goodbye to you, turned away and still. It had grown feeble and weak, a shell of anything that once resembled passion with only the thinnest lining of care a tenuous bond between us as you stood across the short distance of our kitchen […]

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Forever

Time is water, the liquid slaughter of hope. No matter how control is exerted, the seconds would slip through the cracks of our moments together, collecting in pools on the other side of our desire to remind that this joy was finite. I tried to deny myself rest, wanted to halt any physical need beyond […]

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Home

In the quiet of this gray dawn, we lied on tossed damp sheets and, window open, allowed the cool humid air to caress our bare skin as we listened to the rain on the leaves. Now and again, the gentle lilt of our boy’s voice would arc, marrying with avian melody over the soft outside […]

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