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Hunger
Triya Chakravorty · Fiction · August 2026
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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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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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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Aangan
Namrita Swarup
The holy ground where we grew up,
my cousins and I. We toddled and scraped
our knees on its uneven cobblestones.
my cousins and I. We toddled and scraped
our knees on its uneven cobblestones.
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Discourse On Love
Rueben De'Marco
“...It is, for when the spontaneity
has been removed by either man or woman,
the other shall receive this sudden backstep
has been removed by either man or woman,
the other shall receive this sudden backstep
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No Other
George Bede
Felix Horace remembered the first time he received the offer letter.
The Agency had insisted every recruit memorize five categories of anomalous phenomena: s…
But as long as it paid, he hadn't cared.
The Agency had insisted every recruit memorize five categories of anomalous phenomena: s…
But as long as it paid, he hadn't cared.
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Distance.26
Marin Gabardin
[ Departure ] T*: pack into boxes: books, lampshade, ceramics.
T: make Doshirak.
: no internet.
T: make Doshirak.
: no internet.
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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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