One Place News
Fruit flies exposed
to many dead fruit flies
lose their fat stores,
die more quickly
than those kept naive.
I who have lived long now
and will die of my living,
not of my grief,
and more than once
from a public garden
stole roses—
red ones and pink ones,
scented and not—
stammer before these
troubled and truthful fruit flies.
This poem appears in the October 2026 print edition.
One Place NewsAmerican socialists are convinced that they have a media-training problem. In the past year, members of the Democratic Socialists of America, the country’s largest leftist organization, have won electoral victories…
One Place NewsDavid Huerta sat on a steel bed too small for his burly frame in a Los Angeles jail last summer and looked out a small rectangular window at Dodger Stadium,…
