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Anna Weaver · Poetry · July 2026
You bravos had better be ready to fight.—Warren Zevon, My Ride’s Here
I’m thinking bagpipes. No, not bagpipes.Too much hassle and too damn much mon…
They know my favorites.And if they beat me out the door, a playl…
I’m thinking bagpipes. No, not bagpipes.Too much hassle and too damn much mon…
They know my favorites.And if they beat me out the door, a playl…
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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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