By Bruno Talerico
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who are they,and where do they come from,those voices inside my head?eavesdropping, i hear thoughts unbidden,sometimes sweet harmonies of angels,others raucous, raunchy songs of of demons.eavesdropping, soft voices reciting free verse,controlled voices recounting stories of imagination,dreamy voices narrating streams of consciousness. eavesdropping,voices clear and hectoring,sometimes nurturing , often mulishly contentious eliciting no secrets, only indiscretions.never…
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A common synonym for hemorrhoids is the word ‘piles’Rooms crowded with junkunused furniture and bric a brac,piles of musty manuals,knick-knacks and trinketshomes filled with profuse materiality,create a turbid, turgid topography.Minds filled with wanton busyness,cluttered with extraneous thoughts, gossip,old emotional burdens and past traumacreate internal turmoil,a malicious troll, always lurking.We often surround ourselveswith disorganized objectsand casual…
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sunrise over the mountainred sky at morninginspiring wonder glorious morningnatural masterpiecesanother cycle fluffy clouds pass byno rain ‘til monsoon seasonis desert’s humor dawning summer dayhorizon of monsoon cloudscooling storms ahead raindrops fall like tearsnourishing a parched desertwild flowers soon bloom dust devils swirlingsmell and taste desert lightningnature’s energy © 2025 Bruno TalericoStafford challenge 177/365.A group…
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Why are there so many expressionsin the English language about balancing vulnerability and protection?How do I trust the faithfulness of otherswhile at the same time avoiding deception?I sit watching the long shadows of the early morning lightwhile reflecting on the eventsof last night.“A burnt child dreads the fire.”Wakened from peaceful slumberby the incessant screaming of…
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Without rational observation,where is truth?Magniloquent man of ether,resentful of women,neglectful of evidence,experimentation alarmsand scientific theoryenrages him.Kept very busyunder the guiseof worthwhile business,seated in gilded ovoidon Pennsylvania Avenue,he loves only a circus.Whenever his mouth opensit sounds like a parodyof poor statesmanship.His uncanny abilityis to live a life undisturbedby evidence or humanity.Is there a more wearisome taskthan…
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God does not reside under rooftops supported by painted walls,or hide behind closed doors.To find god,walk out the church doorand let it slam behind you.Stroll to the creekand follow it downto the grass covered hill.Stand in the clear light of day,unfed, unwashed,unclothed, unsheltered,speak softly with reverence and pay attention.© 2025 Bruno Talerico Stafford challenge 174/365.
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After the RainThere is a vague sweetness in the cool desert air.Is it creosote or sage? No, sweeter than that.Closing my eyes, I breathe deeply,attempting to categorize,to label, to identify, to name:Not rose, honeysuckle, or jasmine.The elusive aroma—earthy but clean,not filthy or dirty.Difficult to pinpoint, amorphous.Not sugary like snickerdoodle, more subtle.Misty, dreamy, ephemeral, like cotton…
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developing enemies is a fine art, not as easy as it looks.it requires persistent, diligent cultivation.get off the fucking fence!speak your truth!be bold!take a risk.be the painting that cannot be hung,the story that cannot be published.at the end of life,we only have our experiencesdeath, without a few enemies,is probably a waste of time.©2024 Bruno Talericorev…
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oh spaghetti monster hear my prayerfly into my open hearti have seenthe flying spaghetti monster and they are methey have penetrated mewith noodley appendagesshown me truththey have blessed mewith marinara,nourished me with al dentei have seen what cannot be unseeni have heard what cannot be unheardi have tasted life and it cannot be untasted finest…
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grief belongs to you,i allow it to unfold i feel your heartbreak ,but do not intervene i see your pain,but do not interfere i sense your sorrow,but do not impede i share your loss,but do not inhibit © 2025 Bruno Talerico Stafford challenge 171/365.
Desert Dweller 