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I Am Santo

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Be my moon. Be my guide in the grain of dark. I can move with you, baby. We can milk the evening of song and breathe in unison under your glow. There’s home ahead, in the confused tangle of circumstance and failure. Light the way, baby. Find a way to bring me there, naked, palms […]

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I am the fire king, nourished on tendrils of burning loss. Smoke animating my shuddering presence, I dance to the rhythm of misfortune and scare hope away, tearing into dreams with a carrion-stained beak reeking of swallowed torment. Yet I starve here in the long grass of distant retreat, the days unkind to my crown; […]

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A million fall. Swept up in moments too grand for their tenuous grip on where they’d grown, they catch gusts of passion, take flight, and inevitably tumble. Lost roots, lost security and familiarity, their descent plays against myriad others littering days with the brilliance of chance. Risk is the open heart’s bedfellow, the unregulated beating […]

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Adjacent to useless in the dead of frozen light, a cold slab of granite unworthy of a headstone or the pause for which it was crafted. Mistaken placement, or perhaps context changed, avenues widening as interests tangled, branches extending into the choked gray. Steps less common, grins lesser so, the reaper’s season robs dreams of […]

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There’s something to this. Lost moments reconstructed in artifice. The too hard attempts at bringing beauty to shared moments. Nature is throttled into presence as behaviors are betrayed. No sunrise worshipped, but cathode bleed instead. Crop, edge, burn and tweak the edges of reality until they approximate the simulacrum of fantasy. Greeting card piss, life […]

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I can touch Heaven, yet only believed in Hell. The mirror taught nothing, costumed in a pyre of disdain with eyes vacant of faith in anything but a deserved torment. “Burn,” it would say. “Burn and know you earned this.” And so my soul turned to ash, brittle, flaking. I bled black on every love […]

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Flush with beauty. Sun-kissed, body thriving. Dreams of Heaven’s corridors, so close. So close. Falling. Sought and found. Careening bliss. Hunger exposed, appetite sated. Sweat and breath. Longing. Sleeplessness, worry stones heavy in stomach. Plummeting. Always gorgeous, but failing. In light. In desire. In hope. Failing and upended, dropped into the sky. Passing misty beliefs. […]

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A ruby eclipse and the stuttering ghosts of a vernacular ill-equipped to combat solemn notions. Swig the crimson, toasting the grim light and allowing bellicose yearning to tear spirits from limbs, souls run into hot exposures where they burn like scalps in the desert. Grape wrath, nocturnal bathing of a reckless unsheathed scabbard seeking dark […]

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Words fail. But that’s what they always do. A sharp inadequacy, a demonstrated shortcoming where we can stand -long in light and hopeful – and still come up short. Where moments are pregnant with the impending birth of truth and we fumble, spilling stammered phrases that never quite capture – elusive butterflies of emotion set […]

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Life stems from fire. All of it burns and dances its way through unrepentant Hellshade to grab hold of something glorious, a day’s worship, the hour’s promise and a minute’s delight. The sky spills her desire, a flood of careless lust and the seas lick at her beauty, warmth melting her defenses until the fire […]

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