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Salt water, an excellent conductor of electrical energy.Salt water, the basic component of sweat, seawater, and tears. Wielding the whip,the counselor strikes over and over. Insulated, they struggle.Unable to relinquish that last ounce of control,resisting. holding back,withholding deep emotions,past hurts and future fears. Varying strokes, rhythmic or random,vicious or tender, staccato or piano,knowing they will…
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When there is a war and a scalp is taken,the people dance in celebration.There is a war,a war that hasn’t started yet, or perhaps one that hasn’t been noticed. Things are spinning, the hiss deafening.Events whistle as they cycle and recycle.Today’s news:the same as last month’s—only worse.Cycles of animosity shorten.Incidents of violencebecome more frequent.Things go…
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This could be a storyof triumph and failure,love and loss, orrags to riches.It could be a lessonabout survival, althoughI know that I will notsurvive this life.This could be a storyabout adventures,what I became,or that I was happy.But like most poems,it is simply left brain and rightarguing ad nauseam until I vomitthis nonsense onto the page.©…
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She sits like a man,feet firmly planted on the floor,yellow cotton dress drapedlike a hammock between widespread knees. Head thrown back,auburn tresses strewn over soft white shoulders,framing ivory bosomand canyon of cleavage. She speaks like a man,leaning in,to personal space, gesturing broadly. Turning up the volume to emphasize, attacking, defending, and conceding, with tactical precision.…
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Go all in on the future.Stop evading moments. Love everything,animate or inanimate, pleasant or painful. Refuse to be a statistic. © 2026 Bruno Talerico107/365
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shriveled lips share aches, pains and misgivingseyes pouring pailsof sea water © 2026 Bruno Talerico106/365
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Taking orders, absorbing pain,giving service, playing with power,getting spanked, being bound,anticipating, enduring. Respite from decisions;blissful helplessness. Involuntarily reacting to throb and sting,obediently accepting the rushes of pain,the surges of shame. Relentless stimulation in delicate balancewith stirrings of arousal. Symbiosis:between the one who needs to controland the one thriving on surrender. © 2026 Bruno Talerico105/365
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To begin an adventureis always difficult.Overslept again.Poor decisions,one way to learn the pain of the trail.Waking to the scent of damp wooland crisping bacon,hurriedly breaking camp,pushing too hard to catch up,bruised pieces of organic matter,panting at restin the shade of a cottonwood.© 2026 Bruno Talerico104/365
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Death comes for us all. Without invitation,without warning, inevitably,death comes for us all. The universe does not discriminate. Indelicately dying, days numbered,inch by inch, he shuts his eyelids,thinking, wishingthis time is the last. © 2026 Bruno Talerico103/365
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Like a pocket you can hide in,when nothing grows,blooms, or flourishes,nothing can wither away. Snowflakes gather. © 2026 Bruno Talerico102/365
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