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life is necessarily unpredictable, that may be what makes it possible. are we different enough to stay interesting and similar enough to stay together? when you don’t think you can move forward, when you’re sad about your yesterdays, not sure about what will happen tomorrow, your purpose is just being. © 2025 Bruno Talerico …
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Birth is the apex, the pinnacle, the summit. From the very beginning, we fall. With our first breath, we begin slipping, sliding downward toward our demise. The downslope— steep for some, shallower for others, inevitable for all. There is only one direction: down. Down, into shadows of despair, down, into realms of possibility, down, into…
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frustrated finches gather at frozen birdbath waiting for springtime © 2025 Bruno Talerico Stafford challenge day 23/365.
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dawn and doom asleep embraced by bare branches. somber grieving winds float, feather-like, over plains and valley, solidly settling on frozen pond. white hills, white meadows in contrast only with themselves. © 2025 Bruno Talerico Stafford challenge day 22/365
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Indigo Sky like well-worn denim of my favorite jeans faded indigo sky hovers above stonewashed landscape © 2025 Bruno Talerico Stafford challenge day 21/365.
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like dead fish on old newspaper, poetry takes a dive when soul’s two faces get yanked apart. without spirit, words turn to trash. cheap ads for lost longing, selling dreams like cheap booze, echoes bouncing hollowly off walls. without desire’s heat and body’s pulse, lines go stiff. just a grind of thoughts. no heart to…
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this is an experimental novel, it has begun and it will end. where it goes in between is the great unknown. it may be linear or nonlinear, sequential or not. this novel is, well, novel. this writing may take you under the sea, deep into a desert mirage, to Himalayan summits, or to quiet…
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Mournful howl of coyote— In nature, I am audience, to a multitude of languages, not my own. Mocking squawk of woodpecker, sweet morning song of thrasher, yet, when I pay attention, with all of my senses, without expectation or judgment, the comforting fragrance of sage, covert glimmers of starlight, secure warmth of sun— I…
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waiting for another to light your fire, a long and tiresome wait can lead to undesired outcomes. instead, be the spark. fuel your own dancing flame. blaze new trails through air thick with unrealized dreams, venturing to uncharted lands. your potential is like a seed breaking through crusty soil, yearning for daylight. let the tongues…
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she cultivates control through surrender in supplication, mind brought to heel. symbols, murmured by skillful messenger, flesh and blood secrets of soul revealed. hounds and dragons guarding mysteries, metaphors for fears and wild passions, desire anointed with aromatic lotion. oracle of love cloistered in hidden alcove. death rides, astride pale horse, galloping into armageddon,…
Desert Dweller 