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Author

Jaia Papitz

127 works

Jaia Papitz is the founder and sometimes editor of iExile. He writes poetry, essays, plays, and screenplays, with satire and fiction. He is the author of Bulă, or How We Invented Quantum (2026) and Voidward (2025), both from iExile Press. His photography work may be seen at photoExile.

Genres: Essays Fiction Fragment Poetry
Fragment

The Appointment for the Spectrum

PARTICLEThey assembled it on the roof the way men build sins. Quietly. With confidence that had no permission.A broken steel bowl flipped upside down to catch whatever fell from the sky.…

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Poetry

Gluegun

Draining in bucket of others
Mixed craftly, tirelessly with palms and lip-drool
of your design, by my allowance

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Poetry

Divingdinless

On ledges of vertigo falcons,
I left behind some crumbs for flying
critters

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Poetry

Feral mundane

Dark alley
Where we met
Maimed by your simper

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Poetry

Teardrop’s ash

What can I say, and how

To make the words into shievers

Where would I learn, and if I did, how would you know

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Poetry

Leftover love

I hid you in my thought
Deep, in dark ravines
Behind mountains of chores

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Poetry

The kiss, the satin & a year

The smile descended in the room
past five
One wall was made of shade

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Poetry

Of all,

Unhatched, our past
Laid rotten in the nest
Even the runt flew close to the embrace

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Poetry

Quest

Looking for immortality in all the wrong places
In the penumbra of life
Through the attic of death

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Poetry

UnAlphabetless

Should I spend the night with JustALizz?

Nah! give her just a minute or two

She's almost in the middle, Mary's that prudish kindda slut

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Poetry

The dried and the rain

Looming atop a hill
Some gallows
They, somber

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Poetry

Letting go… there

Let's make love where the sky ends
Come with me there, today
I'll pick you up at the end of the tunnel

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Poetry

A play, two play

The shooting stars came out early today
Like home alone brats
Just to play

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Poetry

Incoming drought

Adio!
My last kiss
A meager trace of moist onto your lips

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Poetry

Incest

Just because I said I love you
You don't steer
Just because I said I'd die for you

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Poetry

The bald peacock

In the meantime
Love
Between packaged thoughts & wrinkling dreams

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Poetry

Ode to Stupid

You,
you slaughtered methaphors in ditches
Turned revolving souls into stomping flats

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Poetry

Been there, walked that

Laden with shoes
His room was
All worn

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Poetry

mundane guillotine

What if die tonight
Would your laughter get fuller?
No

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Poetry

Milky men

Fact
Good & bad
True &false

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