FRESHFLY
NEWEST FLY
Cellular Memory
A shirtless man standing alone inside the fenced area of an empty dog park at sundown in Arizona blowing a shofar in one long unbroken blast gave me…
FRESHNEWEST FLY
A shirtless man standing alone inside the fenced area of an empty dog park at sundown in Arizona blowing a shofar in one long unbroken blast gave me…
FRESHRECENT FLY
(with apologies) Now there’s two kinda people in the world There’s two kinda people in the world There’s two kinda people in the world The young people and…
FRESHRECENT FLY
At the gas station a man in wraparound shades was talking too loud about how the country had gone soft. He needed help working the pump. I looked…
FRESHRECENT FLY
By closing time the pretty ones looked tired too. That helped. The bartender wiped down the counter like he was erasing a crime. A man I used to…

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I GUESS I SHOULD PLAY FRISBEE OR BUY AN ICE CREAM
By Daniel J. Flore III
Her motivation was simple enough. “Why should the kids get all the presents?” a red-clad woman said as…
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this woman on the radio
was just talking about the glory of God
she said heaven opened up and she could hear music playing
today the sink smells like puke
and the lighting is worse
I'm not doing anything about it either
and I'm too sick and broke to get outta here
why can't I reach into heaven too and hear just one note playing for me
I need it on this godforsaken day
that I am only made of tears
last night I drank something that tasted
like an old lady's perfume
I've been puking and crapping and crying ever since
I like to think what I drank was the old lady's perfume who was talking about heaven
and all these sounds my body has been making
are the music of heaven I'm hearing
that I've been wanting to hear so bad
heaven crying my body out with theirs
on their knees next to me by the toilet
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