ixile — Literature that doesn’t behave
Novel · Satire
Bulă, or How We Invented Quantum
Jaia PapitzA literary satire about laughter, bureaucracy, and the small cosmic errors that keep reality from sealing itself shut.
You Don’t Know Me
United Transcontinental Flight 117 raced from a dawning sun. Descending, the aircraft surged, then throttled back. In first class, Matthew Thomas cracked a window shade to peer down at Chicago’s yellow-lit expressways. Matthew sighed. He was less than halfway to San Francisco. Typically, his business trips began in the same way. From the driveway of their Mission Hill estate, a…
- Meandering MattersAfter another duplicate banishment of sunlight,
the courtyard fills with metal cans scraping along the concrete - Ray and EvaThen one day Ray shot Eva and killed himself with a .22, without a note or explanation. They had remained d...
- The LowdownI’d probably sit more by the kitchen window and watch bluebirds come and go from the tree in my backyard.
Exile Alcoves
Poetry
259 works
The Second Inning
Essays
32 works
Please, let the crazy run the asylum!
Fiction
12 works
Golgotha
Translation
4 works
The Second Part
Creative Nonfiction
3 works
Of rats and mice
Fragment
1 work
The Shawl Seller
Satire
1 work
The Lowdown
Other
1 work
Parables of actual and metaphysical revolt
UnAlphabetless
A recovered text from the first ixile body — returned to circulation, not as nostalgia, but because it still burns.
Dispatches, books, and texts the archive refused to lose.
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