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Ekaterina Muraveva · Poetry · September 2026
Her poems digest what you keep:
this unusual, spirited skepsis that reeks
of performance and sleek derogatory
this unusual, spirited skepsis that reeks
of performance and sleek derogatory
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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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Poetry
To A Man of Letters
Ekaterina Muraveva
Listen and identify
what your worst nightmare is.
It’s come alive through words and letters.
what your worst nightmare is.
It’s come alive through words and letters.
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Poetry
Letter K.
Ekaterina Muraveva
She’s been through the abyss
and lives with sweaters.
She’s seen lies, and goodbyes.
and lives with sweaters.
She’s seen lies, and goodbyes.
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I Stole a Piece of Tomorrow
Ekaterina Muraveva
I stole a piece of tomorrow
from your house and our belonging.
I fell for my longing,
from your house and our belonging.
I fell for my longing,
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Borderland
Ekaterina Muraveva
Something bugged him.
How is this real?
Am I going insane—or finally free
How is this real?
Am I going insane—or finally free
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Humanity Erased
Zahra Oveisi
I walked out of the publishing house into what felt like a robotic version of life.
The vein on my forehead was still throbbing from what the publisher had said to me.
I could not believe he had allowed himself to speak that way.
The vein on my forehead was still throbbing from what the publisher had said to me.
I could not believe he had allowed himself to speak that way.
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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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