Poetry SANTIAGO by Tatiana Rebecca Shrayer Save as PDF Santiago in the afternoon,the Andes builtwith rocks andmoon,o I wonderif I glideI’m coming homesoon. Tatiana Rebecca Shrayer, 13Brookline, Massachusetts More by Tatiana Rebecca Shrayer THE GHOST OF FYODOR DOSTOEVSKY MEMORIES CAUGHT IN SEAWEED MY SICILIAN TRUMPET TEACHER