By Bruno Talerico
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The pint, relaxed, enjoying the company of others. The shot, giddy, laughing at everyone’s jokes. The double, tipsy, laughing at their own jokes. The boilermaker, intoxicated, laughing uncontrollably. Spilling the bottle, inebriated, people point and laugh. Peeing into a bottle, bombed, 86, cab ride home, nobody’s laughing. Wets pants, pukes, passes out, partner wipes their…
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It’s strange to wake up each day a bit older, but feeling the same. This is the seventieth anniversary of my birth. For seventy years, I’ve been walking this pathway toward my death. There have been hardships and joy, no more or less than for most other human beings. My identity hasn’t changed, but my…
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A metaphor is really just an equation between an idea and a thing, a concept described by an adjective related to an object. Like the simple addition of cement, gravel, and water to make concrete, a metaphor is math multiplied into architecture. © 2026 Bruno Talerico 250/365
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Acrophobia, claustrophobia, arachnophobia… There are about four to five hundred different phobias. They say that to overcome your fears you have to confront them head-on. We all have fears-what are yours? Fear of doctors, needles, blood. Fear of pain, fear of intimacy. Small spaces, open spaces, marketplaces. We all have fears-what are yours? Fear of…
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When the time comes, you’re invited to my last soirée. Come to my funeral, come send me away. Bring a plus-one if you will. Come say goodbye but please don’t cry. Though we parted long ago, you occupy a special place in my heart. Our paths crossed briefly, then went parallel. Life was good. You…
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Two outs, bottom of the ninth. Bases loaded, three and two count. Do this, don’t do that. Do it for the kids, do it for god. Stifled, suffocating. Wanting to soar, wings clipped. Do it because it’s expected, do it because it’s cool. Do it because it’s responsible, do it because it’s profitable. Be loyal,…
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I want to invade deeper than where cock meets cervix. Like the soldier’s sword, I want to touch your beating, bleeding heart. I need to invade the deepest vaults in the darkest rooms of the corridors of your mind. Like the nightingale’s song, I wish to uplift your sacred psyche. Like the witch’s glare, I…
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Stories of water into wine, burning bushes, parting of the sea, death and resurrection, when you think about it, are fairly unremarkable mythologies. Virgins giving birth to gods are repetitious themes in many theologies that foreshadow the existence of fabled superstars. Is there a society where deities and demons exist solely as metaphors, tales intended…
