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At my age,I am more past than future.My life is like taking a trip on a spiraling track from birth to death.Window seat on a train, not knowing which line I’m on, or when to get off.I don’t know where I’m headed, only thatI’ve travelled part of a long odyssey.Present events have no valueuntil tomorrow.My…
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wispy limber branchdraped over barren desertcreates healing shade© 2025 Bruno Talerico Stafford challenge day 71/375.
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when it is there, following,i can never outrun it.it is there ahead, during morning hikes, walking with sun behind.what does my shadow seewhen it peers back at me?does it see lightor only darkness from which it is cast?or perhaps in between, the graynot quite light, not yet dark.what is it liketo live only in the…
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glow of morning sunfiltered through gray feathered wingsappears angelic© 2025 Bruno Talerico Stafford challenge day 69/365.
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now that winter is history,the underground river, flowingthrough caverns and cisterns,rarely surfacingas trickles and poolsbecomes visible. towering cottonwoods,wooden cathedrals, changingfrom barren to green,give away the secret locationof this magical waterway,verdant symbolof natures rebirth, meanderingthrough desiccated grassland.serpentine sanctuary,playground for jokester coyote,divine dove, hovering hummingbird,jovial javelina and quavering quail.what is essential is invisible to the eye.© 2025…
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Coming close to deathcan be transforming.I stopped fearing deaththe instant I recognizedthat I am more thanflesh and bone.My fear of death vanishedthe instant I recognizedthat I am fashioned fromSpirit and Light.© 2025 Bruno TalericoStafford Challenge day 52/365.
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Sweet land of libertywhere hope and dreams go to die.Another goddamn mirage.Land of pilgrim’s pridebeckoning the impoverished,the persecuted, the lost,with dreams of opportunity,promises of safety and prosperity.When they land here,land of the free, home of the brave,they are greeted by barbed wire fences.Reviled in a land that speaks in riddles,where each accent is a target,each…
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In the sun-baked Arizona desert,under earth’s blistering sun,a mother journeys forthwith her two children by her side.Courage is forged into her core.Her heart is worn,like old leather.The girl, with eyesbright like stars,the boy, brave yet quaking,bothbearing the burden of hunger,Thirsta relentless shadow at their heels.They have crossed a threshold,not merely of land, but of hope.Promise…
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There is joyin the blisters on my palmand the mud on my shoes.There is joyin the green of the plantsand the blue of the skyThere is joyin the sound of your voicethe gleam in your eyes,and the touch of your hand.Today there is joy in my heart.© 2025 Bruno TalericoStafford challenge day 65/365.
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No dogs barking,no furnaces runningno planes flying.When it is quiet,when the breeze takes a pause,at first, it sounds like nothing,but when my heartis open and attentive,I realize the universe is singing.© 2025 Bruno TalericoStafford challenge day 64/365
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