snow – I Am Santo

What’s Ours, What’s Theirs

Post By: Jason Santo
Date: February 23, 2021
Category: verse

We’re crafting big Hells
In little packages,
Gift-wrapped by hands
Aching with pride,
Bones undone by the delicate task
Of inviting suffering
Where tenderness was required.

Post By: Jason Santo
Date: January 31, 2015
Category: Uncategorized

All lights go out. Whether it’s approaching day mercifully silencing the hum of illumination or simply the filament, the incandescent heart, failing, all lights quit. Quitting. It connotes a decision made, a conclusion reached. If an end is inevitable, maybe giving up is the only control to be exercised. Stick with it and prolong suffering […]

Post By: Jason Santo
Date: January 24, 2015
Category: Uncategorized

A careless fire, this blister-founded lust chews mercilessly through the dogeared days of apart; of longing for one another in the soft glow of morning, before the hard shadows retreat and stretch and the fight of hours quake minds preoccupied with petty things, the digressions, the supposedly important tasks of responsible souls with rents, loans, […]

Post By: Jason Santo
Date: January 24, 2015
Category: Uncategorized

A careless fire, this blister-founded lust chews mercilessly through the dogeared days of apart; of longing for one another in the soft glow of morning, before the hard shadows retreat and stretch and the fight of hours quake minds preoccupied with petty things, the digressions, the supposedly important tasks of responsible souls with rents, loans, […]

Post By: Jason Santo
Date: May 11, 2014
Category: Uncategorized

It’s all owed to you. The carry and sacrifice and the frightening tear of nature that untethers life from your own, like planets spun from suns. You, that sun, that center around which we orbit, sing and dance. How you are loved. Don’t you know? Regardless of the way we drift, as if comets loosed […]

Post By: Jason Santo
Date: March 25, 2014
Category: Uncategorized

There’s a home in that sky, Blessed and cotton dream-like Where ribs aren’t broken And poking from the deep cuts made By their gilded edges. They try to trap these secrets These small madnesses that lay silent As dormant volcanoes, Apparent but ignored. Small cities of hope spring from within Looking up with reverence To […]

Post By: Jason Santo
Date: January 28, 2014
Category: Uncategorized

The accordion slide of days, with hours squeezed from dawn and released after dusk, sets minutes to measured tones. Low notes suffocate. Highs liberate. And each compression unpredictably threatens discord to open souls, divine fingers either imperfect in their play or malicious. So close off, lock up, place a grand shield over a hole in […]

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