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The First Last Kiss
Daniel Beer · Fiction · July 2026
A slight haze blurred the skyline, and the expanse of lights faintly reflected in the wa…
The buildings were dotted with lights like the chessboard's light and dark squares.
On top of the Empire State Building, red and green Christmas lights shone the brightest.
The buildings were dotted with lights like the chessboard's light and dark squares.
On top of the Empire State Building, red and green Christmas lights shone the brightest.
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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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Debaser
CJ Erick
“You’re here because you’re dead.” The clerk at the hotel desk, dressed in a red uniform…
He looked familiar, not from a personal encounter, but from a photo somewhere, but Danny…
The hotel lobby was nouveau boutique, bright colors, garish art, black and white porcela…
He looked familiar, not from a personal encounter, but from a photo somewhere, but Danny…
The hotel lobby was nouveau boutique, bright colors, garish art, black and white porcela…
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Duty
Yvonne Higgins Leach
The downstairs den glows with late-night TV.
My mother settles into Doctor Zhivago
after a day of caring for the six of us.
My mother settles into Doctor Zhivago
after a day of caring for the six of us.
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A Forgotten Christ
Edilson Afonso Ferreira
On “Christ Cleansing the Temple”, Wood by El Greco, c. 1570
We surely must follow Christ, learn from him,
unquestionable Master of love and tolerance.
We surely must follow Christ, learn from him,
unquestionable Master of love and tolerance.
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Stumbling, Pitfalls, and Spells
Edilson Afonso Ferreira
‘Yo no creo en brujas, pero que las hay, las hay’
(Galicia’s cruel saying)
There was a thief whose bad luck set him
(Galicia’s cruel saying)
There was a thief whose bad luck set him
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Boots
DC Diamondopolous
The same sun scorched downtown Los Angeles that had seared the Iraq desert.
Army Private First Class Samantha Cummings stood at attention holding a stack of boxes, …
She stared out from Roberts Shoe Store onto Broadway, transfixed by a homeless man with …
Army Private First Class Samantha Cummings stood at attention holding a stack of boxes, …
She stared out from Roberts Shoe Store onto Broadway, transfixed by a homeless man with …
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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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