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Anna Weaver · Poetry · July 2026
Reality is merely an illusion, albeit a very persistent one.
—Albert Einstein
It’s time, child, to talk about the feathers —
—Albert Einstein
It’s time, child, to talk about the feathers —
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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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Per Stirpes
Anna Weaver
I stand as one, but I come with ten thousand.
~Maya Angelou
And now comes you, child,
~Maya Angelou
And now comes you, child,
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Change of Seasons
Evie Groch
Summer south of the border
iguanas pose nude
adobe-lined cities
iguanas pose nude
adobe-lined cities
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A Language Searching for a Home
Evie Groch
My mother tongue, my birth language,
is far from dead, yet everyone
reassures me it’s dying.
is far from dead, yet everyone
reassures me it’s dying.
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Buenos Aires In and Out
Evie Groch
In
Out
Just outside the gates
Out
Just outside the gates
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The First Last Kiss
Daniel Beer
A slight haze blurred the skyline, and the expanse of lights faintly reflected in the wa…
The buildings were dotted with lights like the chessboard's light and dark squares.
On top of the Empire State Building, red and green Christmas lights shone the brightest.
The buildings were dotted with lights like the chessboard's light and dark squares.
On top of the Empire State Building, red and green Christmas lights shone the brightest.
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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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