Author
Jaia Papitz
124 works
Jaia Papitz is the founder and editor of iExile. A writer working across poetry, fiction, satire, and the unnamed forms between them, Papitz has published over 120 works on iExile since 2007. His writing moves through fracture, bureaucracy, longing, and the pressure of being alive inside language. He is the author of Bulă, or How We Invented Quantum (2026) and Voidward (2025), both from iExile Press.
Bin Laden is dead. Long live the king.
The other day, the fear was murdered. Ambushed in the dark corner of the hope, the monster was slaughtered so we can reclaim ourselves from our evil twin that wiretapped…
Read More →Booty call
Death came in the room upon request and I laughed at her obedience. Then, we made love like two horny strangers everywhere else I begged for her to appear
Read More →Brats
The shooting stars came out early today Like home alone brats Just to play Sliding on broken souls Kicking thoughts over fences Picking up shattered bretahs Into an incomplete puzzle…
Read More →Calf
Barren Risen and orgy and late I learned not to die by my hand by a hope On the ledge, uncatching the fallen The falling Drippin’ in palm, By that,…
Read More →Creation Cycle
after they made the day, its end a cluster-keeper was needed, the year from there, for ergonomic reasons, pipelines of months, so agony’s circulation poured civilized For a change, from…
Read More →Decircled
Run into the night Unseen by mortals Hide Into the tear On a finger tip 🙂 That Sunday That market You Chasing discounts, table to table Each seller, jokers and…
Read More →Desouled
Naked, naked dancing in thought, in flour unreaped from grain Deloved by yeast digested in unawaked plowed from eye's sweat transparent reachless
Read More →Doing God
I wish, I were, I was impotent While going around the skies Finding a lost god I wouldn’t rape its gravitation into a fallen equilibrium I dream Aroused, I ramble…
Read More →Dot.etc.
adream I smash the steer! drifting in lust ravenously I devour her last touch just her departing smile I spared on my gandering palpebra In wavy eyes, the nymph subsides…
Read More →Emot
To me, faggots are people Niggers are people to me, people who stone people are people Radicals are people to me, drones are driven by people, the stone of Pompeii…
Read More →En Route
Toward me I depart With unwalked steps With steps I say, else won’t be said for now. Thus I say Nearly quiet as unspoken The road was shadowed by whispers…
Read More →End of…
If I were to come to the end of the world Would you be there, waiting? Hungry? Unaware That you are feeding your dying offspring with my tit Now an…
Read More →Epoch
Allow me to breathe your last breath as a still born unknowing you deprived of pain to be missing nothing jealous of uncome My plea is yet to be fulfilled…
Read More →Every
Every moment that slaps one's conscious existence, could be a halting point or a jolting spring. Each second, one can become the next sensational mass murdered or the insignificant peace…
Read More →Everyone is a terrorist or a hero! Isn’t it?
Another hero. Another terrorist. Another brave marine. Another hole in the ground. Until tomorrow when we'll repeat. Stay with us to see a world record: a mammal gave birth to…
Read More →F.G. Lorca
In the dawn of the battle the army was dead. No one has stopped. No one has stopped. The trenches were empty of human, of blood In the middle of…
Read More →Feral mundane
Dark alley Where we met Maimed by your simper Lurking, patiently waiting, prowling For my heart to open Mauled by your love While drowning in the muddy gutter You dragged…
Read More →Forgiveness
Kill me in the open view Where the seen is unreal Pick up a stone from that holy mountain or the other one Let the liar cast first, Let the…
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