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Visual Poetry
Tamizh Ponni VP · Poetry · September 2026
A visual poem triptych — typewriter poems collaged onto hand-painted illustrations.
I. The Frill of Solitude
II. The Scent of Love
III. The Envy of Gods
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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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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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Fiction
Humanity Erased
Zahra Oveisi
I walked out of the publishing house into what felt like a robotic version of life.
The vein on my forehead was still throbbing from what the publisher had said to me.
I could not believe he had allowed himself to speak that way.
The vein on my forehead was still throbbing from what the publisher had said to me.
I could not believe he had allowed himself to speak that way.
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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
Both Hands in the Piss-bucket
Howard N Kaplan
lose all ridiculous sense
inherent substance of my existence--
fuck the weary laggard cowards
inherent substance of my existence--
fuck the weary laggard cowards
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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.
Returned to circulation
2009 — Quest
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2012 — Symbolics
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2014 — Of Else
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