By Bruno Talerico
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Smiling evenly at the stars,Luna glows, a placid witnessto ancient rock long ravagedby volcanic convulsions.The pale eastern horizon,pink calmly fading to orangethen blazing, blinding sunlightwashes away the chill of night.© 2025 Bruno TalericoStafford challenge 323/365.
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Taken—beside the sacred fire,sleeping virgin violatedby the unicorn’s horn.Fertile Gaia, now fertilized,gives tortured claw-torn birthto gryphon and pegasus.Renamed, diminished Demeter,she suckles Romulus and Remus,rears Gilgamesh and Thor,mothers Athena and Guinevere.Eaten by age, crone goddess,grieves them as they turn to ashor wander underworlds, mourning most of allher maiden’s long-forgotten name.© 2025 Bruno TalericoStafford challenge 320/365.Image created…
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Preachers, imams and wizards, all sleep, wake,love, hate.Witches, clerics and shamansall eat, drink,shit, piss.Curanderas, priests and rabbis,all liveand all die.Gurus, healers, sinners,all gain their powerfrom the same source.© 2025 Bruno TalericoStafford challenge 322/365.
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days fly past like dreamsdreams float by like days on the riverbank © 2025 Bruno TalericoStafford challenge 321/365.
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Every journey begins somewhere.In the shadows of the forest canopy,eggs fry, splattering bacon fat.Coffee percolates.Where trees have fallenmushrooms will grow.I don’t know how this ends,but I think I’m ready.Campfire tales say Sasquatchwalks beside the vulnerablefollowing closely in the shadows.Dancing in moonlight,walking naked in the breeze.She breathes cedar and pine—at easemore peaceful than those who surround…
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I begin each daybefore dawn,receptive and willing to fail.During twilight hours,guidance is availableto those undistracted by other things.I begin withwhat seems important in this moment,then adapt accordingly.Authenticity exists in the dotted linesthat connect now to the future.© 2025 Bruno TalericoStafford challenge 318/365.
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Poets extend the language.They domesticate, examineand describe our terror while teaching itnew tricks that allow it to entertain and amuse.Poets remind us that we are alive in this worldof hardship and pain, friendship and love,this place of occasional joy and celebration.Poets point outthat we live in a universedeserving of honor and gratitude.© 2025 Bruno TalericoStafford…
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Matter and energynever disappear; they transform.Reorganizing, merging, morphing into new forms.Plants and animals die,decompose into nutrientsfor the oak, the mushroom, the fawn.Stars and planets collapseinto holes so dense light cannot escape.Some say the abyss blossomsinto new universes.Life and awareness are intertwined.What I call “me”is only on loan until death.Awareness is a mortgage, a death pledge,signed…
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In youth, time is still ahead.It seems ample;enough for hundreds of indecisions,multitudes of visions and revisions.The first card drawn requires a decision:keep it and reject the next,or discard the firstand keep the second.Sooner than expected,the deck plays out.Decisions made in a momenthave shaped our lives forever.© 2025 Bruno TalericoStafford challenge 315/365.
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like icy winds of Swedenwinter sweeps the desertclearing the dust© 2025 Bruno TalericStafford challenge 314/365.
Desert Dweller 