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not people

As I was picking blackberries this morning, I was startled by a little snake.  She was suspended in the blackberry thicket, maybe finding the air more pleasant than the wet ground, maybe hunting the frogs that inhabit the ditch below the berries.  For just a moment, I was an Eve – thinking about fruit, but…

greed’s best friend

First, I heard it. Old trees being felled on a wealthy man’s land. The sound of Greed.   Then, everywhere I walked, its present was evident. I saw it in the roiling mud of a flooded stream, in the eroded hillside above. I smelled it in the putrid rich stink of industrial chicken litter being…