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We the people—if we are to survive—must learn the hard music of truth,and sing it without disguises.We must name what happened:the ships, the chains, the stolen ground;the classroom that closes like a door;the wage that will not lift a family;the river made into profit,the sky treated as a ledger,the future spentlike loose change.We the people,…
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Ask and he’ll answer your call.Songwriter and magistrate, a judge with an interesting mix.A top-tier Western storytellerwith a twinkle in his eye,regaling tales of justice, courtly contempt,and kangaroos on the streets of Tombstone.Equal parts gavel and grin,call him “your honor” or “Buff Daddy”,but never late for dinner.© 2026 Bruno Talerico3/365.
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young woodpecker squawksgreen finch skates on thin icepine raises its arms© 2026 Bruno Talerico2/365
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One-a-day for a year.365 poems written.Job done.Mission accomplished. So why do I feel compelled to write a poem this morning?Done isn’t the same as finished.© 2026 Bruno Talerico1/365
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Every day I writehoping you will hear and maybe feel something.Without you,these pages are just pulp. But with you,they begin to have meaning.they begin to take shape—if not answering,then at least cleanly stating the question.I write these words,so someday I’ll understand. © 2026 Bruno TalericoStafford challenge 365/365.
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They argued often, made up more.Her favorite places to shopwere Macy’s and Bloomingdale’s his favorite places werethe swap meet and the junkyard.He was a tall, tan cowboy,strong and confident,allergic to rules, red tapeand rubber stamps.She was a petite, sweet coed,unspoiled, fresh,and head-over-heels.She wanted to be a rebel—but comfortable,Short-lived lustdestined for domestic martyrdom—She traded himfor a…
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Have you ever cracked an eggand it won’t crack,so you crack it againand it still won’t yield?Then realizedit was hard-boiled?I have.(Thanks, Amy)© 2025 Bruno TalericoStafford challenge 363/365.
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Rattlingforeign-bound train.Cattle,food on the hoof.Fearful soldiers,prepared for battle.Men and animalswho will never see home again,Both beingsdestined for slaughter.© 2025 Bruno TalericoStafford challenge 362/365.Image created with AI.
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Air filled with birdsong.Mist draped over hillsides.The sun rose. I walked on my feet,I saw with my eyes, and knew I was human.My favorite chair, my favorite spot, gardens glisten with dew,shoulders warmed by the sun.I wonder why I am permittedso many sunriseswhile others are given so few?The sun sets.I lie on my back,I hear…
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Attention all personnel.Deadpan voice crackles through the intercom:There has been an explosion.Number of wounded unknown.All personnel report to ER, STAT!” We double-time, hearts racingdown the long corridor. Per protocol, I stop at the lab freezer,grab four bags of O-negative bloodplace them in the Styrofoam ice chest and proceed to ER receivingjust as the ambulance arrives.…
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