By Bruno Talerico
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virgo risingworlds streamingin drifting fragments of lightislands of stars swayingbits of pale living lightdivinity glimmering everywhere© 2025 Bruno TalericoStafford challenge 278/365.Inspired by writings of Kenneth Rexroth.
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Shortening days foretell frost.Cool winds whistle through screen door.Leaves in westerly breeze—falling.Cowardly yellow trees disrobing.Where will they hide?© 2025 Bruno TalericoStafford challenge 278/365.
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Within the tunnel of winter, dead pumpkin vines and frost-blackened cornstalks appear alive, pushing through the virginal snow like a charcoal sketch titled “restful.” © 2025 Bruno Talerico Stafford challenge 276/365.
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I don’t believe in god,but I believe that godbelieves in me.Oh hairless apes, do you realize thatyour ethereal spirits are casually speedingthrough empty places?Gaze up at that majestical rooffretted with golden fire.In the seventh house, Luna smiles,Demons and sprites gleefullyorbit Jupiter and Marsand Earth says “hello”.Pedigreed unicorns, deities,minds empty as a vacuum,are tripping in outer…
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It took millions of yearsto create a human being. It takes only a second to die.© 2025 Bruno TalericoStafford challenge 274/365.
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virginal cloudsdeflowered by azure skyangelsof the first degree© 2025 Bruno TalericoStafford challenge 273/365.
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If I say I am confused,is that my reality?I read somewherethat the language we usestructures the reality we inhabit.Apparently, reality can change moment by momentdepending on the words used to describe it.If I say I am happy, that is my reality;if I say I am sad, that is a different reality.Do I really choose my…
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I may survive flash floods,and forest fires,tornadoes,tragedies, and heartbreak,but there is one certainty:I will not survive this life, and neither will you.© 2025 Bruno TalericoStafford challenge 271/365.
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No matter what the clock says, time is time.It is impossible or at least improbableto keep the past from passing away.Time exists somewhere between the order and its execution; it is identical withthe impermanence of being.Not world time, but infinite timeis formed by imagination,existing on a new horizonin an invisible labyrinthgliding with new rhythms,unbounded by…
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feels like drowning.smothering in tears,isolated, gasping, lost,trappedin inescapable darkness.searching, not findinglost spirit,gone to a different plane,now invisible except for memories.your laughter persists,stirring up profound feelings,sensations of love, warmth,an enduring bond.recalling chili-infused flavors,scent of fragrant spicesof that meal, with you,by the fire, on that cold winter day.fading echoes, glimmers,lingering shadows—all that remainof your once-sparkling soul.feels like…
Desert Dweller 