By Bruno Talerico
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How many pasts exist that we are unaware ofbecause they weren’t recorded on tablets or papyrusin a language we can comprehend?How many pasts do we fail to acknowledge becausethey didn’t leave behind what we recognize as fossils,pasts that we can’t perceive becausewe no longer recognizecomplex messages in plain sight?Petroglyphs that we claim to understandas mystical…
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I’m a Murse with a capital M.The mechanic, electrician, carpenter,fireman, policeman, and soldier genesare all totally recessive in me;therefore, I became a nurse, teacher, and poet.I’m not your stereotypical all-American man.Lacking the talent of a handyman,rather than swinging a hammer,I pencil lavish iniquities.Instead of twisting a screwdriver,my mind is constantly twistingideas into knots and words…
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Any time, day or night in Las Vegas,for forty dollars and eighty-nine cents,I can purchase a cartonof Timeless Time cigarettes.There is a violence,a compressed ambient violence,to the creeping of minutes,the marching of hours,the racing of years.Trauma stops time,attained rhythm collapses.For survivors, time starts over, it resets.What came before becomes separate.Time commences with the disaster.What came…
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when i tell you my storythere will be discrepanciesin my account.don’t ask meto verify my lifeby giving you statistics.that is liketrying to use scienceto validate religion,it robs the world of mysteryand makes me into a sequence of milestones rather than a human being.© 2025 Bruno TalericoStafford challenge 280/365.
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RaindropsPitter patter.Pitter patter.Like a thousand catsprancing on the tin roof.Is one of themmy missing Matisse?© 2025 Bruno TalericoStafford challenge 279/365.Matisse The Cat has been gone for several months, but I still occasionally feel her brush against my leg or hop on the bed while I sleep.
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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.
Desert Dweller 