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in a foreign land seeking opportunity, offering labor and skill, hoping for kindness. Instead, reviled, dehumanized, confronted by anger, threatened with hatred and violence. We live in the prison of conformity, separated by screens and pixels, barricaded behind walls of glass and concrete, while homeless people shiver outside our closed doors. Jesus and Siddhartha rejected frames of normalcy, forgoing earthly attachment, challenging the status quo, choosing instead to…
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We are artists, musicians,nomads from the playa—spirits with open hearts,ready to embrace the rhythm of community.With fresh land beneath our feet,we build our temples,eagerly approaching neighbors,inviting them to share in our joy.Yet cautious eyes reflect concern:fear of noise, dust, and fire—ranchers with herds, vintners with vines,families rooted in faith,cherishing the stillness under starlit skies.Our excitement…
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After words, pause.After lines, space. Repeat, except the last.Stop.© 2025 Bruno Talerico Stafford challenge 109/365.
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Today is not tomorrow or yesterday.Today is yesterdays present. Tomorrow is another present.Is forethoughtreally afterthoughtfrom another dimension?© 2025 Bruno Talerico Stafford challenge 108/365.
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Despitediffering geographic locales,we all enjoy light and warmth from the same star.© 2025 Bruno TalericoStafford challenge 107/365.
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amber colored rocker matches an exact hue within setting sun if only for a moment colors morphing blending coalescing into shades of gray© 2025 Bruno Talerico Stafford challenge 106/365.
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Some poems have taste. Long and bitter,fresh or fermented,short and sweet,salty, sour, cheesy, spicy,and what about umami?Savor the flavors!© 2025 Bruno Talerico Stafford challenge day 105/365.
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Into the dark night I go, once again.Grappling with loss,Cycling through stages of grief again.Struggling for the ten-thousandth timewith denial, anger, bargaining, depression,eventually, ending where I began,with sorrow and acceptance.© 2025 Bruno Talerico Day 104/365.
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Financial news comes withmy bank statement orwhen I file taxes.If the sun is shining,clouds rumble or lightning tumbles, if snow descends,birdbath freezes,or mist ascends,if it’s a scorcher I’ll knowjust by steppingout my front door.If the wash is floodedI’ll hear water running,if there’s a wildfire, I’ll see or smell smoke.If I want newsthat’s important to meI’ll…
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Trust everybody, but cut the cards. —-Grandpa Talerico
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