Category Archives: Hurricane Camp Stories

HCS (V, 6): Where Music Comes From

Posted on March 23, 2013 by g-mo

Where Music Comes From Things look so bad everywhere In this whole world, what is fair? We walk blind, we try to see Falling behind in what could be— Bring me a higher love… Where’s that higher love I keep … Continue reading →

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HCS (V, 5): Heroes

Posted on March 13, 2013 by g-mo

Heroes What’s my line? I’m happy cleaning windows, Take my time, I’ll see you when my love grows, Baby don’t let it slide, I’m a working man in my prime, Cleaning windows. -Van Morrison When we are all young, we … Continue reading →

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HCS (V, 4): The Moon Is Brighter On Dauphin Island

Posted on March 3, 2013 by g-mo

The Moon Is Brighter On Dauphin Island “If this was the cold war, we could keep each other warm, I said on the first occasion that I met Marie.” -Josh Ritter, “The Temptation of Adam” Cora left. I spoke at … Continue reading →

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HCS (V, 3): Barbie Skin Calluses

Posted on February 17, 2013 by g-mo

Barbie Skin Calluses “To call for hands of above to lean on, wouldn’t be good enough for me, no.” -The Knife, “Heartbeats” I pulled Astro out of the Waffle House parking lot. Soon my grandfather and I had left behind … Continue reading →

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HCS: Launchpad McQuack (V, 2)

Posted on February 10, 2013 by g-mo

Launchpad McQuack “This is the way to burn,” the fuse seemed to say to the more docile, slow-witted candlewick. ‘Brilliantly, ecstatically, irrepressibly. This is the way to burn.’” –Tom Robbins About 20 minutes after I left the tattoo parlor, Eddie … Continue reading →

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HCS (V, i): Reset

Posted on February 2, 2013 by g-mo

Reset “Should a man wax tears, when his wooden world fails? In town, leaves were paper, but the hills were a flock of faiths…” -Derek Walcott We were ghosts in the building over that last week of December. Everyone else … Continue reading →

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Hurricane Camp Stories: Part V (Cover Page)

Posted on January 31, 2013 by g-mo

Part V December 25th, 2006 — December 22nd, 2007 “These minutes, these hours, these days.” -Chris Knight I stared and stared and victory filled up the little rented boat, from the pool of bilge where oil had spread a rainbow … Continue reading →

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HCS (IV, 8): Rock, Paper, Scissors

Posted on January 26, 2013 by g-mo

“I cannot help you understand. In the realm of the ultimate, each person must figure out things for themselves.” -Tom Robbins, Jitterbug Perfume I came back to Biloxi in time for the Christmas party. I’d been assigned a Secret Santa … Continue reading →

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HCS (IV, 7): Across The Pond

Posted on January 25, 2013 by g-mo

I run to the rock, please hide me Lord, All on that day. But the rock cried out, I can’t hide you, The rock cried out, I can’t hide you, The rock cried out, I ain’t gonna hide you guy, … Continue reading →

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HCS (IV, vi): Running On Empty

Posted on January 22, 2013 by g-mo

“In sixty-nine I was twenty-one and I called the road my own,/ I don’t know when that road turned into the road I’m on.” -Jackson Browne From Tahoe I did drive to Carson City, but only to drive through it. … Continue reading →

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