Desert Dweller

-thoughts on life, death and gardening.


Random thoughts, poetry and pictures

A taste of my skewed view of the world

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  • Celestial Celebrations

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    Coyote howls,
    smiling faces, rocket launches
    or irradium flares
    spice up dark desert skies.

    © 2025 Bruno Talerico  
    Stafford challenge day 102/365.

  • Morning Wood

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    From misty warm
    pink and yellow
    cottony dreams
    I awaken like a rock.

    © 2025 Bruno Talerico  
    Stafford challenge day 101/365.

  • Yellow Pallets

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    Enveloped by yellow warmth
    nourished by JW Blue
    and pulled pork tacos
    friends reappear and
    new comrades emerge.
    Outside the blinking neon says
    “No Blinkies”

    © 2025 Bruno Talerico  
    Stafford challenge day  100/365.

  • What’s In A Name

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    If Butterflies like butter
    and Horseflies like horses
    then the Deer flies biting me
    are misnamed.

    © 2025 Bruno Talerico  
    Stafford challenge day 99/365.

  • Twisted Time

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    Tomorrow dreams of yesterday.
    Yesterday plans for tomorrow.
    Today is stuck in the middle with you.

    © 2025 Bruno Talerico  
    Stafford challenge day 98/365.

  • Eviction

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    Jumping to his own conclusions,
    the anarchist, based on bits
    of misinformation vigorously
    and dramatically disturbs the peace
    for the rest of us fascists.

    © 2025 Bruno Talerico  
    Stafford challenge day 97/365.

  • Moving Lavender

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    Soft flickering fluttering clouds
    of small purple moths
    migrate and settle
    like a blanket 
    over the garden pond.

    © 2025 Bruno Talerico  
    Stafford challenge day 96/365.

  • This Is The Spot

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    Poetry stops at the poetry spot,
    Whitman spilling tales of myth and romance.
    Pages scattered across the cosmos.

    © 2025 Bruno Talerico  
    Stafford challenge day 95/365.

  • Sunrise

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    red sky at morning
    sunrise over mountain peak
    another cycle


    © 2025 Bruno Talerico  
    Stafford challenge day 94/365.

  • Bunnies Doing What Bunnies Do

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    As I observe the
    fertility dance of the cottontails,
    I realize that easter bunny
    was the hardest imaginary figure
    to outgrow.

    God was gone in a flash,
    rigid priests and cruel nuns
    cemented that one.

    Santa took a bit longer,
    until it sank in that he
    was as judgmental as god
    with his naughty and nice lists.

    Tooth fairy was just a merchant,
    and I had him figured 
    out after the second incisor.

    But, the easter bunny
    left eggs and candy 
    without expectation.

    I think, as I observe the
    fertility dance of the cottontails,
    that easter bunny may still be real.

    © 2021 Bruno Talerico