By Bruno Talerico
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Swirling in eddiesunaware of location,weathering rough waters and calm,adrift on a river without a shorein a boat without an oar,floating through lifetoward unknown destinations,for unknowable reasons,I may have lost my waybut I trust that the river knows where it goes.© 2025 Bruno TalericoStafford challenge 208/365.
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a drink of the wind a taste of the rain heals the wound dampens the pain © 2025 Bruno Talerico Stafford challenge 207/365.
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Big Wordsmind full to overflowing withreveries of intimate pleasuresfantasies of containment and strugglefeelings of helplessness and ecstasydreams of kisses and soft caresses breath coming fastlace panties dampening triggeredby the powerful embrace of amassive throbbingvocabulary.Sesquipedalian Translationconsciousness abounding withpreoccupation of intimate entertainmentshallucinations of predomination and skirmishesdispositions of powerlessness and euphoriadelusions of osculation and delicate endearmentsinsufflations forthcoming hypersonicopenwork…
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Regardless of who you are— powerful politician, reclusive trillionaire, pious pastor, or unemployed laborer— if you die in some horrific , ridiculous way, like drowning in a cesspool or blowing yourself up while building a pipe bomb, that will be your life’s legacy, that is how you will always be remembered. “He was a great…
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How do you know which sideof the line you are on,that very thin linethat divides wisdomfrom nonsense,and who draws the line?© 2025 Bruno TalericoStafford challenge 204/365.
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I begin this day in goodnessI begin this day in kindness.Oh! Good kind star!Just the right size, just the right distance,to warm this wonderful world, just the right amountat just the right time to foster life.Oh! Radiant wonder!I begin this day in gratitude.Thank you for this beautiful morning!© 2025 Bruno TalericoStafford challenge 203/365.
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You lost your life andlike an amputation,I lost part of my self. I still feel pain in the part of me where you reside.Each day I bleed invisible dropletsonto pages of my life.They say time heals,and it is true.There is no longera need for a tourniquetto stem the flow.Although a band-aid does the trick, it…
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Is it true that Canada plans to annexWashington, Oregon, Wisconsin, and Maine?Is it true that Panama plans to take controlof the canal that traverses their country?Is it true that Mexico got Trump to build the wallto keep the gringos out of their beautiful country?Is it true that Cuba, Puerto Rico and the Virgin Islandswill become…
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In the sleepless hours,unresolved worries act as beadsin the insomniac necklace.Like movies at the drive in, needles-in-haystacks,misplaced keys,unwarranted fearsand unearned trophiesget projected inside our skull.Things that don’t quite fit, haunting questions,existential confusions,sneaky suspicionsand imaginary insults expand exponentially intoa self-important möbius bandof non-precious stonespretending they are rubies and sapphires. Random concernsfixate our attentionuntil, before we know…
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What is the destiny of Gaia’s childrenWaves of potentialities collapsing,bundles of imperturbable criticalities.Placid animal urges.Pastward convergences.Frogs croakat the edge of the pond,as catfish soak in the deep,near the green meadowcarpeted with grass,trees cloaked in velvety moss.What is the destiny of Luna’s offspring?In a gradualist creeping wayits possible to know a lotand still be unable to…
Desert Dweller 