Giovani saldana

Joined July 2021

3 stories

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Navy veteran and BSW graduate, I binge classics and love my dog.

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The sound I never heard
Shattered slate steps, to the enclosed brick. A molding chair stinking of rusted gas tanks, sun kissed urine, decayed feces, curved brick. A garden once, blemished in dead stems, slugs, flies and mosquitoes, heaven.
By Giovani saldana5 years ago in Fiction
The box was always empty
At 31 I should know better, but I always fall for the trap of pain, that awfulness of a bond forged by the need and want of another. Only, as a gay man, I could never deliver to the straight women, my girlfriends, that obvious physical desire.
By Giovani saldana5 years ago in Fiction
Roar Beneath the Race Track
I am more than the rotten and gored planks. What has decided to settle upon me, is garish. What once was mother rain, dusted with flecks of the sun and brilliance of the scarred moon, is salted anguish. I have no people, no ownership and no method of control, I simply am. The thoughts and wills of a millennium, those that forged, survived, thrived, and died, established my own will and consciousness. I am the land, the dew and all that trails forever in the minds of my own being.
By Giovani saldana5 years ago in Fiction