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The Bird Artist
Adela Sinclair · Poetry · September 2026
You only carried two booksthe Art of Birdwatching and the Bible.
You went on expeditions
in the hills of Transylvania-
You went on expeditions
in the hills of Transylvania-
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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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Fiction
Perhaps Deleting Will Prevent Repetition
Nasser Pooyesh
Translated from the Persian by Nasser Pooyesh, with editorial consultation from Mojtaba…
Her nose was covered in blood.
It looked as though she had fallen face first onto the ground.
Her nose was covered in blood.
It looked as though she had fallen face first onto the ground.
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Play
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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Screenplay
WATCH!
Miles Grüne-Yanoff
FADE IN:
INT. THEATRE – 20:00
We open onto a dimly lit theatre, viewed diagonally from a back row of velvet seats. It…
INT. THEATRE – 20:00
We open onto a dimly lit theatre, viewed diagonally from a back row of velvet seats. It…
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Essays
Abstaining from art
Davor Tocinovski
This textually - documented art performance, on which I will elaborate upon in this…
In essence, the artistic action is undertaken from another author, but I am exploiting…
our interest lies only in taking on the idea that one should not work and act, i.e.
In essence, the artistic action is undertaken from another author, but I am exploiting…
our interest lies only in taking on the idea that one should not work and act, i.e.
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Poetry
Searching
Adela Sinclair
The magic carpet comes undone,
Red strings unravel, fly everywhere,
High winds downtown.
Red strings unravel, fly everywhere,
High winds downtown.
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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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