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Funeral Strains
Gary Beck · Play · August 2026
Scene 1 (Pre-show.
Offstage.
Blaring sounds of anti-gay, anti-military protest, by a radical church group, attempting…
Offstage.
Blaring sounds of anti-gay, anti-military protest, by a radical church group, attempting…
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The Station Keeper, 2094
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GODS ARE WOMEN
Marianne Iezzoni
Fucking sin penetrated me Tonight.
For once.
The way you wish for harder and
For once.
The way you wish for harder and
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Marianne Iezzoni
Destined child, her future’s bright as the golden walls of Olympus
That is before being born a daughter of a man whose dad mistaken love for violence
The father’s missteps was her grandfather’s wretched care
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The father’s missteps was her grandfather’s wretched care
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Triya Chakravorty
I am the tongue that falls from the open mouth.
I am the devil at the dinner table.
Peel back her skin and you will find me. – I didn’t think I’d end up here.
I am the devil at the dinner table.
Peel back her skin and you will find me. – I didn’t think I’d end up here.
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While You Were Out
Namrita Swarup
I play hide-and-seek with my two-year-old
but something remains stuck
in the back of my throat.
but something remains stuck
in the back of my throat.
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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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