Devious Journal Entrymy home howls and yips and I am insane from the silence
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the cow jumped over the moonthese are the things thatthe cow jumped over the moon
have hurt me: burning cigarettes on your front
porch, wishing I was on his. a front porch a thousand
miles away, your hand in my
hand, temporary as the morning tide. homeless, my bare feet on icy steps, always, half way up/ down, on
my way in/ out. where the weeds beneath the first
step know my name; I long for a home.
by ~Pamuya
pastrami on ryecigarettes and a tube of lipstick, a buspass kissed in my pocket between my thigh and stomach.pastrami on rye
on the corner of Chestnut and Indian, crouched in the bikepath where the bus reroutes; new paths, I drive towards you.
hushed, you are the few days uncertain between winter and fall; summer mourned, there are no more tears. brave, we point our new manes east and await the blow; a nest still fertile in our souls.
wild dogs, tracking in circles, will I ever find you? we're passing the same scenes: Fred Meyers parking lot in the rain/ walking into the studio/ in woo
by ~Pamuya
like thatour childhood memories hang, fragile pieces of glass in the sunlight by the window above the parlor couch, where they are never recounted quite the same. translucent through the sunlight they, distorted, will always portray a foreign shape on the floor; dancing. shattered, they will always be precarious; and we will tell our children not to touch them, until the day they do, and in there, amongst our ghostly remenants, they will cry as we have, knowing they never really knew us. (but we cry for the same thing too)like that
by ~Pamuya
forty-two percentI can never win with you, a test I can never pass. the formulas are allforty-two percent
correct, there's just too many
missing values to the questions connecting us. golden leaves preserved on the sidewalk by your house, I'm waiting, but you'll never come, I too am trampled to the ground fallen from a summer of growing gone to waste. streetlamps that never go on, cars that pass on the highway in the rain, there are things I know I can't count on, I just never thought you'd be one too.
by ~Pamuya
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- Current Residence: Maui, Hawaii / Western Washington University
- Interests: the ocean, horses, the newspaper, books, industrial design
- Favourite movie: Black Stallion, Baraka, Lord of the Rings, Legends of the Fall
- Favourite band or musician: Iron and Wine, Andrew Bird, Bon Iver, The Books, Animal Collective
- Favourite genre of music: Indie, Folk, Country
- Favourite artist: Duchamp, Muybridge, Mendieta, O'Keefe
- Favourite photographer: Francesca Woodman
- Favourite style of art: traditional art, free-verse poetry
- Favourite gaming platform: Imelda Marcos
- Personal Quote: "lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch'intrate"
- Tools of the Trade: Nikon, bic pens, Bellingham rain
- Email: pamuya@msn.com
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