By Bruno Talerico
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invisible bells silently ringing toes tapping to absent rhythms © 2026 Bruno Talerico 241/365
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It’s a lot of work to dig a grave, especially if it’s your own. With each choice we make, we turn a shovelful of soil. The greater the risk, the deeper the hole. Play it safe, gouge a shallow trench and leave your bones for the predators. Or take a few risks, dig deep and…
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What suture links one day to the next? Are dreams and reality a continuum, opposite ends of a spectrum, or are they more like a hotel suite, two rooms connected by a sleepy doorway? At night I drift into sleep as myself. Do I wake the next morning as someone new? © 2026 Bruno Talerico…
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How easy it is to be utterly under their spell. Unafraid of the darkness. Unafraid to listen. Unafraid to believe. Instead of approachable, locked away behind closed doors, issuing beastly demands, sending vague, convoluted messages. How can we understand if we are not equal to the gods? © 2026 Bruno Talerico 238/365
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I forgot. It sounds crazy— saying it out loud. I forgot that there is no perfect plan, there is no perfect path, that no matter what, there is always uncertainty. I tried hard to avoid a trap, but ended up creating one for myself anyway. The more logical and rational I tried to be, the…
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Crystal goblet dropped carelessly on marble floor, pieces swept into a dark corner. Crushed, crumbled and eroded by life. She called herself ‘shards’— saw herself as broken, shattered. Soul and spirit splintered into razor sharpness. Drawn by flashes of her light, he saw thousands of glittering scraps, bits of broken heart reflecting glints of moonlight.…
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Now, yesterday was tomorrow gift-wrapped. © 2026 Bruno Talerico 234/365
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Superficial simplicity often hides deep complexity. ©2026 Bruno Talerico 235/365
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Even though I look and act different, that doesn’t make me subversive. I won’t follow gods stranded in the stone age. Unconditional compassion for ourselves leads to unconditional compassion for others, right? Whether you get blissed out reading Scripture, watching porn, exploring nature or contemplating the all-consuming nothingness and everythingness, it’s all OK. It’s OK…
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As I venture deep underground, there are no shallow thoughts only ideas, concepts, wonders, and wishes. Vague meanderings through the forest of memories. Somewhere in there are tales to be told, fears to be shared, celebrations and sorrows hiding like trolls in the shadows. As I wander deeper, I wish I had the match that…
