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Sentinel quail on roof, calling it’s mate jackrabbit feeding on grassescrows chatting “wonder what’s new?”Cool morning air still, clear blue sky.Clover and tomato seedlings struggling into life.Shovel and rake propped against block wall, waiting for someone to pick them up. On a farm there’s never a shortage of work just a shortage of labor and…
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Insects that buzz and stingbirds that hover and humbefriend plantsarmed with spears barbs and hookschanting”You cannot pass without blood sacrifice.All who pass must do penance!:© 2025 Bruno TalericoStafford challenge 140/365.
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Hidden behind desert sandstonecoiled secrets of serpent wisdomadvise caution.Weary wanderers become wary at sounds of hiss and rattle, cautiously navigatingthe dusty invisible path that leads to madness—or the well of enlightenment.Unaware that the path of madnesseasily misleads towardtrails of temptation and torment.Most creatures in the dry lands bite or sting, most plants poke and grab.Unprepared…
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The saxophone serenadesoothes the soulwith airy sonnetsand meandering Jazzy rhythmsheart and feet coercedto synchronize.© 2025 Bruno TalericoStafford challenge 138/365
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gray sky diffuse lightlong day divided by raindeadly afternoon© 2025 Bruno TalericoStafford challenge 137/365.
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oh first summer raindamp dust and creosote scentwet footprints on tile© 2025 Bruno Talerico Stafford challenge 136/365
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morning mist risesvibrant scent of petrichorcat prints on pavement© 2025 Bruno TalericoStafford challenge 135/365.
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On pedestals in high towersoverlooking racing rats,autumn breezes blow.Tarnished chromereflects disturbing beauty.Blood on his sleeve, he walks among the living,but doesn’t belong. bible in his head,daggers in his heart.Professor of war,master of sin,he savors bloody-rare filet.Through smokey window,someone starves unnoticed. Jealous specters chase dreams,fleeing nightmares in mass graves.Rusted statues stand proudlyin pools of blood,asking with…
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In the hazy glow of lifemoments blend like the gleam of old whiskeyand profound questions measure my worth.Am I Happy? Do I embrace my daily routineor does drudgery haunt the day’s close?How much time do I stop to savordelights and passions?Who are the good people,cherished souls drawing near?Do I tend those bonds or do sands…
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When I walk in natureand look insideI realizethe whole world has fallenand is open to receive me.People and landare good medicinefor each other.© 2025 Bruno Talerico Stafford challenge 132/365.
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