Blue Ridge Song Haul

I’m angry a lot lately. No real explanation. Just guesses. Vocational frustration. Some kind of idolatrous urge. Attempting to name things is boring.

A hand of playing cards with indecipherable codes and designs.

Recognizing and identifying the bright side.

The sharp-minded innkeepers who have run the routines of rural life so that all edges are burnished.

We stayed there on a gig trip along with our dogs. They seemed to sense the cattle without ever seeing them.