Found a good woman, though, another refugee from Jim Crow, willing to take his seed, give them Kudzu’s dad and his two brothers.Īround the family table, with Oz and Elsa there to share, Kudzu learned how it had been for Oz, growing up black in south Indiana, down near Mason and Dixon. Found a different kind of racist in the lee of the Hollywood sign. Memories of stories told by his Poppy, of hopping freights to flee the Midwest, find his way to SoCal, put the rabid white man behind. He told her it seemed more interesting, given that his Poppy Oz had often pointed to the “hobo jungle” south of Santa Barbara.Īs Kudzu grew into adulthood, the lure of the jungle called. Kudzu said he thought about researching black poker players, black barbers, black chefs. He told Bub he was a university professor, doing research on black hoboes. Kudzu figured he should tell it straight. “Hobby boes like you, most go up and down the coast,” Bub said. Now he had to use it, or what he thought was it. “What’s your story?” Bub responded to Kudzu, as if only he, not Kudzu, had the right to ask. Every day, back when a teenaged Kudzu worked high school summers rolling sod, the large, black poet philosopher Miles Kaiser would arrive at the fog-wrapped field and begin the day with his street poetry. The greeting wasn’t original, but it came from a good source. “What’s your story, morning glory?” Kudzu asked a day earlier, striding from the brush toward Bub and a smoking fire. They had met in a camp, just north of the Swan Island rail yards in northwest Portland. And richer now, for having separated Kudzu and his bag. Good to be rid of the professor, Bub thought. Still in the boxcar, Bub watched Kudzu fly. Instead, he drifted out and past the gravel rail bed and then down below the level of the tracks into the air space above the surface of a pond, godsent, trapped between the tracks and the sparkling hill. He started to fall, through the air, from the air, waving his arms and legs around for purchase, a rung, a rope, the nothing at hand. Kudzu found himself floating outside the car, the train moving on, his body hanging for a moment on the wind. He wondered what he should make of his traveling companion’s routine use of the n-word. Oregon rolled by in shades of black and sparkly lights from homes up the passing hill. He has a male dog that has no name that was seen in the story, "Stitches".Kudzu leaned against the open boxcar door. Strength: Hobo is very durable and has an exceptional amount of strength. Regeneration: Hobo Heart has the ability to repair himself as if he loses a limb it will be reattached if held in place for an extended period of time. Wings: Hobo Heart has the ability to summon wings since when upon Hobo's creation, a crow feather fell on the components giving him the ability of flight. Tristès Aura: He emits an aura that causes anyone that gets caught in the aura to become disoriented, feel depressed or sad. He has white hair, blue eyes, and black-greyish skin. He has skeletal features on his face and body since he was made from Voodoo/Magic and the spell can only work with the markings. He didn't show any kind of rage in his murders until in the story, "Stitches", he becomes enraged at the fact C.C tried to give his literal heart back when he gave it to her.Īppearance: Hobo Heart stands at a height of 6'1 and weights 180 lbs. Personality: Hobo Heart in the first story, "Stitches" was seen as a calm, patient and very well-mannered man.
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If he failed to deliver the hearts, the spirits would be set free and he would have failed his purpose. The tree acted as a prison to six evil spirits, who Hobo needed to keep the spirits imprisoned by feeding the tree ten human hearts. Once harvested, he would "feed" (place the heart near the roots of the tree and the tree would consume the heart) the heart to a tree of prison. His purpose is to harvest a human heart that has been filled with sorrow and sadness. His purpose: Hobo Heart is a Gemberling, a Gemberling is a humanoid supernatural creature who serves their creator which in Hobo Heart's case.
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