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"Upon a Time ... Ever After"
L. Shapley Bassen · Play · July 2026
"Upon a Time..." was inspired by the 1979 Manhattan kidnapping of Etan Patz - his story …
It was the second act in a full-length play titled THE 14th FLOOR that was a 1996 contes…
Recently, I revised the 4 scene 2nd act, and that became "Upon a Time...Ever After." Set…
It was the second act in a full-length play titled THE 14th FLOOR that was a 1996 contes…
Recently, I revised the 4 scene 2nd act, and that became "Upon a Time...Ever After." Set…
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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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The World is So Small
Mark LaMonda
I can smell a child’s fear
several continents away.
It is burnt toast bird guano chocolate chip cookies.
several continents away.
It is burnt toast bird guano chocolate chip cookies.
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Instructions for Teaching Rain to Read Radiology Films
David Anson Lee
No one remembers who noticed first:
the rain pausing above hospitals,
waiting.
the rain pausing above hospitals,
waiting.
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The Cartographer of Vanishing Organs
David Anson Lee
The anatomy atlas was never wrong.
It was only early.
Each night, after the hospital emptied
It was only early.
Each night, after the hospital emptied
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Smiley Companions
g.a.costa
First published in Nocturne Magazine, 2022 Mrs.
Moon looked forward to watching church service on TV every Sunday morning.
Not only because she was a faithful follower, but because the priest reminded her of her…
Moon looked forward to watching church service on TV every Sunday morning.
Not only because she was a faithful follower, but because the priest reminded her of her…
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Arrangements
Anna Weaver
You bravos had better be ready to fight.—Warren Zevon, My Ride’s Here
I’m thinking bagpipes. No, not bagpipes.Too much hassle and too damn much mon…
They know my favorites.And if they beat me out the door, a playl…
I’m thinking bagpipes. No, not bagpipes.Too much hassle and too damn much mon…
They know my favorites.And if they beat me out the door, a playl…
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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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