Tell me friend if you've got the time, where in this woods does grow the healing vine?

Eagle, Sylvatus, VA

Michael Hurley, "The Rue of Ruby Whores," from Weatherhole


On my way home from work tonight (or about 1 in the morning, really), a gunpowder grey cat darted in front of my pickup just as John Fogerty wailed, "things got bad and things got worse, i guess you know the tune." I think I know the tune, I told John. But, still, the cat seemed like a good omen.