-
Life is good againSpring flowers thrust up through soilseeking the sunlight © 2026 Bruno Talerico60/365
-
Lilly leprechaun requests a limerick on cuea rhyme for St. Pat’s boo hoorhyming’s a choreand oh, such a boreseems pixies are mischievous too. © 2026 Bruno Talerico59/365
-
Warrior king Wotanwas a trickster and wandererwith wizard’s hat and walking stick. When seated on his great throne,attended by ravens named Thought and Memory,he could behold everything in the world. From Cape Royalon the north rim of the Grand Canyon,one can observe the butte,a wonder known as Wotan’s Throne. I believe from there,you could behold…
-
The sun touches golden grassin a certain way.Same sun, same grass every day,yet different. Tall trees draw water from Mother Earththen store Father Sun in dark green leaves.Same sun, same trees every day,yet different. The sun touches each of us in a certain way.Same sun, same beings every dayyet different. © 2026 Bruno Talerico57/365
-
Since we met and conversedabout nature, stars, energy,I can’t not think about you. Even when I’m not thinking,it’s about you,all of it,plants, moon, birdsong. When I try not to think of you,I think of you. What does it mean whenyou can’t not think about someone? © 2026 Bruno Talerico56/365
-
Nature’s rainshould only be stoppedwhen it threatens flood and destruction. Rain is necessary for growth.Flowers only bloomif they have both rain and sun. The secret of stopping tears-of-the-heartis first, to listen to the painin the hearts of friends, strangers, and lovers, then stop the pain not by condemningbut by forgiving their weaknesses. Tears-of-the-heartshould only be…
-
The stack of booksgrows like a cinder cone.Volcanic pressure buildingtoward the inevitable. Like a spy in the shadows,I question and observe. We havean understanding, my brain and I.I understand that I don’t understand. The insatiable yearningfor ever more learning—the thirst, the leaning,the lust for meaning. Lava oozes.Intelligence leaking,no longer covert. © 2026 Bruno Talerico54/365
-
The insane prevail,disguised as leaders. War’s dirtiest trickis to leave us physically intactwhile systematicallychipping away at our souls. After a while, the dead and dying all look the same. Although we knowthe truth,they call us crazy. © 2026 Bruno Talerico53/365
-
Beings of dawn and dusk straddle the border between one thingand another. Not quite,almost—all edges and shadows. Veiled daylight flowsin the river betweendesire and choice. To leave the familiar shore,to challenge icy water and strong currents,to be swept into the darknessis to enter the depths of fear. Pushback is proofwe have crossedbeyond the ordinary. Every…
-
Will Americaever be great? Lies exist in slogans;truth lives in the rubble. All disasters are not natural; some wear a red hat. © 2026 Bruno Talerico51/365 Image created with AI.
-
Subscribe
Subscribed
Already have a WordPress.com account? Log in now.
Desert Dweller 