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As Shadows Slide Away
Helga Kidder · Poetry · July 2026
When you look for my voice, find it
in my poem in slightly accented speech,
a Nordic inflextion, a Southern drawl.
in my poem in slightly accented speech,
a Nordic inflextion, a Southern drawl.
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Elision
Helga Kidder
Being an erudite endomorph, I simulaate earth,
thus engender effulgence, a kind of ozone
I believe is not easily broken through.
thus engender effulgence, a kind of ozone
I believe is not easily broken through.
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Visions
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Another day of doom prophesy,
but my candle glows and warms
confidently as the flame reaches upward,
but my candle glows and warms
confidently as the flame reaches upward,
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THE SPIDER
Alexandra Burack
It all started when I tried to drown
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the spider. Or moments before, when I hear
Nana’s simmered paranoia gurgling that welfare
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THE DAY GIVEN
Alexandra Burack
Breakfast finished, I ask mom what she wants
for lunch. She assumes this is only out of duty,
a carousel without music, but it’s reverence
for lunch. She assumes this is only out of duty,
a carousel without music, but it’s reverence
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Gluegun
Jaia Papitz
Draining in bucket of others
Mixed craftly, tirelessly with palms and lip-drool
of your design, by my allowance
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of your design, by my allowance
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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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