I Am Santo

It sometimes shocks me that, after many years of stasis, I’ve finally, truly begun to produce work that might be consumable by someone other than, you know, one or two of my nearest and dearest.

50.

I’m in an unexpected state of transition.

My heart’s been acting up, in more ways than one.

The first of many archived seasonal playlists which, sadly, have become my only consistent creative expression these many, many years!

Yeah, I’ve been using the same Christmas music playlist for about twenty years now, maybe adding a song or two every few years.

I write this having moved this fledgling – and now rather aged – repository of creative work to yet another webhost, having grown sick of the setup I’d had previously which had me annually forgetting the process to renew and install the security certifica…

So begins three months of nothing but what I want to do.

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.

And why wouldn’t I start a journal entry some two years after the last with a borrowed title from a TikTok-famous rap track?