Words & Music by Mike Power

Year: 2019

  • Robert Hunter 1941-2019

    Fare you well my honey Fare you well my only true love All the birds that were singing have flown, except you alone I am not qualified to call myself a Deadhead in the same way that I am not qualified to call myself a Christian. To be a Christian you need to believe in…

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  • Killing Christina – Part 4

    I wake with the dream still more real than reality. There were three of us – me, Christina, and Death – sitting around a table. Death wasn’t in his stereotypical guise, with the hooded cloak and scythe. Instead, he wore a baseball cap, a T-shirt with something rolled up in its sleeve, and jeans. But…

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  • Killing Christina – Part 3

    Uncle Bob’s cabin in December is the coldest place on Earth. The temperature might get lower somewhere else, it even gets lower here later in winter, but the shock of the first frost, in the heart of the longest nights of the year, puts a shiver in my bones that nothing can relieve except another…

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  • Killing Christina – Part 2

    I tried telling myself lies about her: She’s an idiot. She’s unstable. She’s not that beautiful. The charms of her smiles, her thoughts, and her scents have no effect on me. But every lie was so foul that it made me sick to pretend they were true. I tried imagining parallel realities where we never…

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  • Killing Christina – Part 1

    Lies are dangerous things. None are more deadly than the ones we tell ourselves. Of all the lies I’ve known there is none worse than the one I told myself about Christina, that she could love me as much as I loved her. * * * Time has its own way of breaking things down.…

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