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Marcia Yudkin · Creative Nonfiction · August 2026
“What is it?” I had just unwrapped a wedding gift sent by my cousin Barbara.
A filigreed silver railing surrounded a padded surface four or five inches in diameter.
Eventually I learned it was a wine bottle coaster, meant to showcase an opened wine bott…
A filigreed silver railing surrounded a padded surface four or five inches in diameter.
Eventually I learned it was a wine bottle coaster, meant to showcase an opened wine bott…
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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 Age of Disappearing
Barys Paulau
She sat at the corner table in a bar called The Last Honest Place, which was neither hon…
It was the kind of establishment where the lighting forgave everything and the drinks we…
I watched her from the doorway.
It was the kind of establishment where the lighting forgave everything and the drinks we…
I watched her from the doorway.
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How to Pray
Mark LaMonda
I can’t trim gristle
off fatty meat
and pray at the same time,
off fatty meat
and pray at the same time,
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The Community
Anthony Ward
It started as a Wednesday like any other, hanging like a new moon between weekends.
I stood patiently at the bus stop waiting for the number forty-three.
The shelter was made of sandstone with a wooden roof so that the tar dripped down the wa…
I stood patiently at the bus stop waiting for the number forty-three.
The shelter was made of sandstone with a wooden roof so that the tar dripped down the wa…
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The Times Are (after Sylvia)
Frank William Finney
floss for missing teeth.
Poison on the nipples.
A letter in a shed on fire.
Poison on the nipples.
A letter in a shed on fire.
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Jocks, Freaks, and Nerds (The Ford, Massachusetts, 1970s)
Frank William Finney
The jocks played
high school helmet-ball.
They dubbed the others
high school helmet-ball.
They dubbed the others
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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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