I opened the trash can to a miasma of flies. I imagined a field of corpses as a misguided effort to give back to the Earth what we'd taken away. Depleted minerals replenished by industrial-strength chemicals mired in the rotting flesh.
William Haas is an Appalachian-in-Exile reporting from the confluence of the Willamette and Columbia Rivers.
His writing appears in Dark Mountain, River Teeth, Fiddleblack, Whole Beast Rag, Appalachian Heritage, Bull, Glasschord, The Monongahela Review, The Tusculum Review, Spittoon, Connotation Press, Dirt Flask, Underground Voices, Babel Fruit, Electric Windmills, and Main Street Rag.
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