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Discourse On Love
Rueben De'Marco · Poetry · August 2026
“...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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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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No Other
George Bede
Felix Horace remembered the first time he received the offer letter.
The Agency had insisted every recruit memorize five categories of anomalous phenomena: s…
But as long as it paid, he hadn't cared.
The Agency had insisted every recruit memorize five categories of anomalous phenomena: s…
But as long as it paid, he hadn't cared.
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Distance.26
Marin Gabardin
[ Departure ] T*: pack into boxes: books, lampshade, ceramics.
T: make Doshirak.
: no internet.
T: make Doshirak.
: no internet.
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Satire
Sunburn, Texas
M Pauchet
There’s one road in, a blinking red light, and the same road out of town again.
It’s the locus of local government and the only incorporated municipality in the county.
A sign at the edge of town promotes the local motto—“We love God, family, and country.
It’s the locus of local government and the only incorporated municipality in the county.
A sign at the edge of town promotes the local motto—“We love God, family, and country.
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Enforcing the Line
Lauren Kelley
Trisha takes a break from work—at home, in her own safe place.
She meets with me outside her home, in my camper trailer.
She calls it cozy and homey.
She meets with me outside her home, in my camper trailer.
She calls it cozy and homey.
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The North River
Henri Moss
The locals used to say that when you float down the north river, the sea spirits would j…
That if you were a good lad, built a solid foundation, a life of marble and jewels, you'…
If you were twisted, a lost soul with a few too many screws loose, then you'd breeze by …
That if you were a good lad, built a solid foundation, a life of marble and jewels, you'…
If you were twisted, a lost soul with a few too many screws loose, then you'd breeze by …
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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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2009 — Quest
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