FRESHFLY
FRESHLY CAUGHT
NEWEST FLY
big toe haiku
My feet are tender but not legal currency What’s a big toe worth?
Today at the Dump
TUESDAY, NOV 3, 2026 · FOUR FLIES IN ROTATION
Four recent flies
FRESHFLY
FRESHFLY
STILL BUZZING
RECENT FLY
the machine is sorry
The machine apologized again. Very polished. No spelling mistakes. Almost tender. It had just spent an hour doing exactly what I told it not to do. The men…
FRESHFLY
RECENTLY LANDED
RECENT FLY
On Taking a Risk
I met a woman while standing in line inside a dispensary She told me she carries a gun in her purse along with the cash needed to fill…
FRESHFLY
CAUGHT IN THE ACT
RECENT FLY
Three poems about my asshole
1. a clean bill of health the doctor told me to roll onto my side i asked if we could get to know each other first she said…
FOUR FLIES. SIX HOURS EACH.
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Popularity, accident, repeat offenders, and deep archive archaeology.
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Fly Swatter
No. 1
A quick hit of micro-fiction. Click the fly. Five clean hits and civilization is briefly restored.
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Fake News
Her motivation was simple enough. “Why should the kids get all the presents?” a red-clad woman said as…
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Things to do instead of behaving.
Blind Date With a Poem
No title. No author. Read first; meet the culprit afterward.
X, as in X-rated. That’s how it starts.
X, as in stupefied, tongues hanging from our mouths.
X, as in two rivers, meeting head-on and fighting over who needs to yield.
X, as in the spot where we allowed the accident to happen.
X, as in a pair of intersecting lines, warning you are no longer welcome.
X, as in our eyes are shut, since we bonked ourselves over the head with our own hammers.
X, as in the photos that show where our bones were broken.
X, as in the squall of distress that guts my belly to the studs.
X, as in former, but sure as hell not now.
X, as in examination of why you still reside in my head, though you have no right to be here.
X, as in stitches over the wound.
X, as in the additional time it takes for scar tissue to form.
X, as in closed permanently. Watch for new location.
X-Lover
by Leah Mueller
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The Cut-Up Machine
Paste your own prose. Nothing leaves your browser. Then let the machine make a small mess of it.
The wreckage will appear here.
The First Infestation
2017—2025
75 pieces. Nine years of poetry, fiction, art, humor and other things that probably should have been supervised.
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