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GODS ARE WOMEN
Marianne Iezzoni · Poetry · August 2026
Fucking sin penetrated me Tonight.
For once.
The way you wish for harder and
For once.
The way you wish for harder and
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Bulă, or How We Invented Quantum
Jaia Papitz
A literary satire about laughter, bureaucracy, and the small cosmic errors that keep reality from sealing itself shut.
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DADDY ISSUES
Marianne Iezzoni
Destined child, her future’s bright as the golden walls of Olympus
That is before being born a daughter of a man whose dad mistaken love for violence
The father’s missteps was her grandfather’s wretched care
That is before being born a daughter of a man whose dad mistaken love for violence
The father’s missteps was her grandfather’s wretched care
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Hunger
Triya Chakravorty
I am the tongue that falls from the open mouth.
I am the devil at the dinner table.
Peel back her skin and you will find me. – I didn’t think I’d end up here.
I am the devil at the dinner table.
Peel back her skin and you will find me. – I didn’t think I’d end up here.
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While You Were Out
Namrita Swarup
I play hide-and-seek with my two-year-old
but something remains stuck
in the back of my throat.
but something remains stuck
in the back of my throat.
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Aangan
Namrita Swarup
The holy ground where we grew up,
my cousins and I. We toddled and scraped
our knees on its uneven cobblestones.
my cousins and I. We toddled and scraped
our knees on its uneven cobblestones.
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Discourse On Love
Rueben De'Marco
“...It is, for when the spontaneity
has been removed by either man or woman,
the other shall receive this sudden backstep
has been removed by either man or woman,
the other shall receive this sudden backstep
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From the archive
Jaia Papitz · 2011 · Poetry
A recovered text from the first iExile body — returned to circulation, not as nostalgia, but because it still burns.
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