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THE HELIX OF PERSUASION
Edward Johnson · Poetry · September 2026
We can’t go on like this,
pretending it’s about grammar.
The weight of days belies us out here
pretending it’s about grammar.
The weight of days belies us out here
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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 Cherry Tree
zahra sheykhi
I woke up this morning to the sound of birds rustling through the cherry tree’s…
Sunlight was slipping through the thin curtains, dancing across my bed in soft, golden…
I hadn’t even fully opened my eyes when I heard Grandma’s voice from the kitchen,…
Sunlight was slipping through the thin curtains, dancing across my bed in soft, golden…
I hadn’t even fully opened my eyes when I heard Grandma’s voice from the kitchen,…
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the levelness of the game
Dustin Miller
You’ve seen the game, and likely played it.
Roll the golf ball up the short wooden incline. It comes back to you unless it drops…
first.
Roll the golf ball up the short wooden incline. It comes back to you unless it drops…
first.
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Screenplay
Broken Boys
Miles Grüne-Yanoff
INT. APARTMENT 1 – NIGHT
We open on a grey apartment, paint peeling off the walls in the corners. A radiator…
MAN 1 (60s) sits on the couch, slightly left of center, wearing a leather jacket and…
We open on a grey apartment, paint peeling off the walls in the corners. A radiator…
MAN 1 (60s) sits on the couch, slightly left of center, wearing a leather jacket and…
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Jack-in-his-Kitchen
Daniel A. Rabuzzi
Setting: A broad kitchen under a low ceiling, flush with roseate light; bundles of…
The AUDITOR
Nosy knifey Jack pulls in a clabber of secrets.
The AUDITOR
Nosy knifey Jack pulls in a clabber of secrets.
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Alternative Lettuce Literary Technologies
Terry Trowbridge
Why was paper dried in squares?
90-degree angles arbitrarily over-determined the technology.
If paper had been dried in circles,
90-degree angles arbitrarily over-determined the technology.
If paper had been dried in circles,
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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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