By Bruno Talerico
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We are characters, busy elves in a fairytale,polishing ballroom floors,blinded by the stage lights,unaware that we are onstage. Immersed in “important” activity,we are easily distracted—by fleeting pleasures. Perhaps, like this poem,we are lost in our own analysis,marching on and onwithout understanding. So busy with life,we often overlook the magicof every moment. © 2026 Bruno Talerico143/365
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Mom loved to give presents—thoughtful, meaningful gifts—that was her best talent. Yesterday my brother Eric and Iwere moving furnitureto make room for Dad’s hospital bed. Under the bed, that Mom and Dadhad slept in togetherfor sixty-seven years.We discovered a treasure chest. Covered in dust,it didn’t seem like much at first—just one of those long, flat,…
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Regret has its own logic.Smashing pumpkinsis surely satisfying, but unnecessary.To make an omelette,a few eggs are going to break. To make a mosaic,a few plates are going to break.Don’t regret the breakage,embrace imperfection and impermanence.Never hide the cracks,let the fragments merge,meshed interlocking,like bits of a Tetris puzzle.© 2026 Bruno Talerico139/365Inspired by the Japanese art called…
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Seeds.Tiny spaceshipsfull of life, like alien podstransforming people we know into people we don’t. Catbirds calling, “Meow!” Roosters crowing. Neighbor’s German shepherd howling and growling. Scent of rain,air familiar as favorite shoes— Comforting, comfortable. Crickets chirping.Earth.Worms.Earthworms, Black earth crawling.Fungal, fecal, fertile soil. Fingers blackened. Blackened fingers digging. Seeds. Capsules, containers, delivery systems of liferocketed from…
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Morning Sunsunbeams spilling forthsteamy white clouds meltingchilled bodies warmingLandscapeshapely rolling curvesmountains rivers hills valleyscurvaceous terrainWinter Mornbody frozen stiffsun peeks over blue mountainwarmth of a new dayDesert Bloomsbursting into bloomdesert in mid winterfive-spot and poppies© 2026 Bruno Talerico137/365Four older haiku recently revised.
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Cars pulling trailers,trailers pulling golf carts,monster trucksracing minivans. Mini Coopers tailgatingeighteen-wheelers—so slowthey’re obstructingthe petulant Porsches. All burning oil, flatulent—expelling gasfrom one place to another. Going nowhere fast. © 2026 Bruno Talerico136/365
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Unless I apply it, information is simply entertainment. Viewing maps is not the same as walking the path. © 2026 Bruno Talerico135/365
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Mother Earth, womb of living things, hums. Sister Moon howls silently,like a quiet wolf.Sky above,wicked depth below. Human magnetism connects souls,bridges worlds, transcends life. Lessons, not handbooks,foster our escapefrom place and time. © 2026 Bruno Talerico134/365
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The snake terrified me again,striking at my feet repeatedly. I awoke in a cold sweat. Peeking in closetsand poking under furnitureuntil I convinced myself it was only a dream. Repeating my mantra:“It is only a nightmare,”I drift uneasily into fitful slumber. © 2026 Bruno Talerico133/365
Desert Dweller 