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Thayne Tuason
Thayne Tuason
(1973)
Biography of Thayne Tuason
When I was a teenager I joined the circus. I was once a professional snowboarder and followed Jerry Garcia to his grave in 1995. I am a diagnosed schizophrenic, a title I earned before my BS in Science with an emphasis on plants from Central Washington University in 2003. I've worked as a dishwasher, prep cook, cook, maid, lift operator, snow shoveler, clerk in a music box shop and antique store and a ski rental shop, picked and packed fruit, janitor, biological technician, botanist, wildland fire fighter, crew boss and even as an archaeologist at times. I'm also a prolific photographer of native plants and still skateboard 29 years after I started.
Pablo Neruda is my favorite poet, please see my website with English translations that I've done- http: //palomasdoves.wordpress.com
Thayne Tuason Poems
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Inequality
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Big Business
The world that lovely thing lithe and precious bright and beautiful -
Regrets Of A Botanist (In Part)
But the Chilean Arucarias call -
That's Cold
All I keep seeing is a cold sea (see) vast -
The Guillotine
the guillotine the guillotine the guillotine is in the square -
Our Lives Together...
the threat of a future -
Lifecycle Of A Butterfly
I would come to your door por favor to beg you in tongues LET MY EYELASHES FORGET YOU NOW -
God's Horses
All God's finest racehorses wear burlap sacks while the worst wear reigns and bridles -
Heaven's Gate
And I languish in my infernal mortal solitary confinement -
The Butcher
For our work did not end when shots were fired and the beast finally lay bloodied and defeated -
Yo Te Escribiría Un Mil Canciones De Amo...
Yo te escribiría un mil canciones de amor (I would write you a thousand love songs) -
The Bully
Everyday I went to school everyday I got beat up and they took me in the back alley way -
Babble On! !
Then one day out of the ruins of Babylon a fair maiden came -
Mi Casa
Mi Casa I inherited
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Life never did depend on her happiness
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