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morning sun obligingly warm shining down. fertile ground exuberantly sprouts beets, marigolds and kale. joyful gardener. © 2025 Bruno Talerico Stafford challenge day 41/365.
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Humans know each other through tiny fractions of their lives that happen to intersect, through tiny bits and pieces that are known in any way to anybody else. A strange justification for living with friends, for marrying, for sharing spaces and lives. Proximity doesn’t make people truly intimate, but it may reduce our sensation of…
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Sometimes we laugh as hard as we cry. Pain or joy, doesn’t matter. Laughter or tears bring release. Sometimes, laughing so hard, tears fall from our eyes like a waterfall. Sometimes, laughing through sorrow, because to do anything else would be unbearable. © 2025 Bruno Talerico Stafford challenge day 39/365.
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We seek balance thinking it is stability, like a weighted cup that will never tip, spilling it’s contents over polished floorboards. But balance is not stagnant, it does not stay in place. Like the pendulum, in constant motion, always swaying back and forth. Moments of stillness occur only at the beginning and ending of…
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peeking through lace curtains sky so pink and soft i want to snuggle into downy comforter to settle back against fluffy pillow and doze off just a little longer © 2025 Bruno Talerico Stafford challenge day 37/365
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when i’m out of my mind, i go to infinity, the place of answers. i’ve died several times, physically, spiritually and emotionally i’ve gone to infinity, the place of asking questions. questions i’ve been asking my whole life, questions i forgot i was even asking. meaningful questions. questions that impact my sense of self.…
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as i gazed at desert sunset, i saw madness staring back at me from the distant horizon. naked fear set in. fear that i would lose awareness of my self, that i would forget who i am. then, breathing a sigh of relief, i relaxed in acknowledgment that it does not matter. © 2025 Bruno…
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the other day i mentioned that next year i plan to hike the 800-mile Arizona trail, from Utah to Mexico, resulting in barely suppressed laughter eyes rolling like marbles, and silly gestures. people say it’s crazy to put boots on and hike every day not sure of where (or if) i will sleep that night.…
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brave bonehead bailey boldly beckoned bashful big-boned becky benderbust briefly becoming besties before brusque bitter breakup because bonehead bailey buttered bread beside busty betsy boondocks behind ben bartlett’s brown barn © 2025 Bruno Talerico Stafford challenge Day 33/365
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small enough to rest in my palm, yet it casts light across great distances. the crystal in the garden, on its pedestal of ordinary stone, at night becomes the universe, galaxies shimmering in every facet. at dawn, it stretches long shadows, black as velvet. by day, it is a prism, splitting light into rainbows.…
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