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HCS (V, 6): Where Music Comes From

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

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

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

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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Hurricane Camp Stories: Part V (Cover Page)

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

“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

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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