By Bruno Talerico
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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.
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always carry a few smilesready to sharekindnessrepaid by a smile.creativenessrewarded by a smile.spiritlifted by a smilehumorapplauded by a loud smileaffectionexpressed with a loving smilewhen traveling through life always have a pocketful © 2025 Bruno Talerico Stafford challenge 170/365.
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for those who believe,he is there, alive, tangible,visible in every seethingcauldron of pasta,every boiling pan of noodles,every swirling platter of fettuccine. therefore, give thanks,a short prayer of gratitude for the soul nourishing goodnessof each al-dente bite.give thanks for those sauced and cheesed slithering semolina swirls.give a knowing nod tothe all-seeing, the all-knowing,the kind, the most…
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Opening the door to my heart,I step into a wild garden,air thick with the sweet scent of jasmine,leaves rustling softly,whispering secrets of the past.Petals of joy unfurl,laughing in warm sunlight,while thorns prick my skin—a vibrant dance on the edge of pain.Love flickerslike fireflies in dusky twilight,glowing with fleeting promisesagainst encroaching darkness.In this tangled landscape,love and…
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We both drink from this sea of Blue.You live downstream, but I am upstream.night after night I dream—of you.I see the stream,but you’re far from view.Will the moon above cease to glow?Will my yearning cease to flow?One day our twin heartswill merge,waiting, not in vain,for tides to surge.© 2025 Bruno TalericoStafford challenge 166/365.Inspired by poetry…
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nestled withinmilky thighsvibrations purr underskilled fingersevokingaural ecstasy©2022 Bruno Talericorevised 2025Stafford challenge 165/365Image created with AI.
Desert Dweller 