By Bruno Talerico
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In a place so beautiful it’s painful Distant thunder rumbles, felt more than heard— like bowel gas after cabbage, percussive shivers deep in the bones.Gaia’s unrelenting energy unleashed upon arrogant primates. Abandonment the only option: families with suitcases, many leaving their homes for the first time ever, running from atmospheric warmingand rising seas,the two mouths of hell.Structures dismembered, falling like bones ofan overcooked stewing chicken. Shape-shifting…
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The four of us dangle and swing in canoes: Romulus, Remus, Li’l Abner, and The Wizard, floating by green hawthorn, deciduous holly, surrounded by dragonflies known as snake doctors, Anopheles mosquitoes, owl butterflies, woodpecker. The capture is inevitable.A sanguine septuagenarian, who once entered prizefights, now stoop-shouldered, with quick dark eyes, voice like coarse gravel. In a glass-sided see-in coffin, he holds court.Looking almost alive, sometimes it is…
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Trees and seas have lessons to teach.Observe the movementof branches swaying in the wind.The tree stands strongwhile branches channel power.Observe the ocean‘s shades of blueDarker blue means calm deeper water.Shallows are pale, rough and noisy.Many people exist in the shallows,They are close-minded,with conflicting goals,using their mouths loosely.Strive for deeper water,calm and peaceful,where values run deepand…
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What separates body from spirit?where is the distinction between living and dying?Seas are both waves and water,waves and water, distinct yet inseparable.What differentiates waves from water?Rolling rising waves are water,when broken on shore, they are still water.Humans are both body and spiritbody and soul, distinct yet inseparable.When the body is broken,doesn’t it also injure the…
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success iswalking softlylooking, touching, lovingmoving on gracefullyleaving only storiesand echoes© 2025 Bruno TalericoStafford challenge 209/365.
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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.
Desert Dweller 