Fiction, poetry, music and mindscape pictures by creative artist Jason Santo
They set sail as lovers. Returning apart, their lust drowned.
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(at A Death at Sea)
My sea is the sky – the crests of waves, clouds, the currents, turbulence. I’ll scale fathoms, grip a handful of atmosphere and taste the salt of it in my palm before I ascend leagues to the depths of thickest blue, the threat of black surrounding every judgement. I could hoist those dark cares as if they were weights many times greater than any I have known. So live in the paltry excuse for forever? Are we all included? Or must we discover no gains for love. For me, that’s when I need to be drawn out to sea, adrift in the vast blue of senseless abandon! But I’m a crow without a murder, and my wire threatens our journey to the gray areas obscuring crystalline skies. #sky #clouds #tugboats #portsmouthnh #water #harbor #poem #poetry #writer #writing (at Set Free)
Listless skies, forgotten moments in the hymnals of ardent passion, and a pinched indulgence soaked in salt, sweat, fire and clinging need. These forests shredded, seas left barren and desert winds driving razor granules into the tender – crimson rivulets coalesce as words fail; as night mercilessly chokes. Were there only a way to suspend a sun’s torrid end. If only the day’s flesh didn’t sear so beautifully. But if there could have been two stars suspended in Heaven, dreaming of torrential joy and the gorgeous pallet eagerly sought. Life dreams, yet minutes judge harshly, and saltwater stings, filling lungs with sweet death, a fade of passions. Unmet, unwelcome, left for dead, the shell of hope washed onshore and rests anchored in the grains of belonging, but regretful of homes left behind; light drowning in a distant horizon. #sunset #portsmouthnh #poem #poetry #harbor #newengland #night #sun #light #evening #writer #writing (at Dusk)