Month: August 2025
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To be certain,
let me first spend some of each day, some of each breath looking after what is true- the purple star flower of a flax seed true Sun Golds like Easter eggs on a late August vine true the squinty red bloom of a Desert Rose true an Archipelago of clouds in a great blue sky (like…
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The Delight Song of Stephanie Marie Santos*
I am the spine in a body called Stephanie I am the blood that beats her 4 chambers of heart and that one lonely hallway I am the untrellised veins how they spider and fill her frame I am skin each pimple and pock each pore and sensation moves through me I am the breath in her lungs (of course I am) but so, too am I the wonder of each finger and all ten of her toes; how a body can make a digit soft with its beds full of nail I am the waters of her womb: where her babies turned their first somersaults and all her…
santos scribes 