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How to Pray
Mark LaMonda · Poetry · July 2026
I can’t trim gristle
off fatty meat
and pray at the same time,
off fatty meat
and pray at the same time,
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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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The Community
Anthony Ward
It started as a Wednesday like any other, hanging like a new moon between weekends.
I stood patiently at the bus stop waiting for the number forty-three.
The shelter was made of sandstone with a wooden roof so that the tar dripped down the wa…
I stood patiently at the bus stop waiting for the number forty-three.
The shelter was made of sandstone with a wooden roof so that the tar dripped down the wa…
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The Times Are (after Sylvia)
Frank William Finney
floss for missing teeth.
Poison on the nipples.
A letter in a shed on fire.
Poison on the nipples.
A letter in a shed on fire.
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Poetry
Jocks, Freaks, and Nerds (The Ford, Massachusetts, 1970s)
Frank William Finney
The jocks played
high school helmet-ball.
They dubbed the others
high school helmet-ball.
They dubbed the others
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After Waking
Xincheng Li
May.
Carnations on table.
Mother brings soup.
Carnations on table.
Mother brings soup.
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Creative Nonfiction
The Chorography of Placidity: A History of What Was Never Written
Ghazifa Bashir
Every archive is a sepulchre erected upon the debris of what was never permitted inscrip…
It does not simply preserve; it intercedes—selecting, suppressing, sanctifying some narr…
The question is not what it guards, but what it has entombed.
It does not simply preserve; it intercedes—selecting, suppressing, sanctifying some narr…
The question is not what it guards, but what it has entombed.
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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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2009 — Quest
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2012 — Symbolics
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2014 — Of Else
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