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Jaia Papitz

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Jaia Papitz is the founder and, sometimes editor of iExile. He writes poetry and essays, with occasional satire and fiction, and has published over 120 pieces on the site since 2007. 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 Poetry
Essays

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...

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Poetry

Booty call

Death came in the room
upon request
and I laughed at her obedience.

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Poetry

Brats

The shooting stars came out early
today
Like home alone brats

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Poetry

Calf

Barren
Risen and orgy and late
I learned not to die by my hand by a hope

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Poetry

Coin toss

Be bold,
Die young
Choke the umbilical

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Poetry

Creation Cycle

after they made the day, its end
a cluster-keeper was needed, the year
from there, for ergonomic reasons,

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Poetry

Decircled

Run into the night
Unseen by mortals
Hide

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Poetry

Deequal

It was equal to me
minus te hope

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Poetry

Desouled

Naked, naked dancing in thought, in flour
unreaped from grain
Deloved by yeast

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Poetry

Divingdinless

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

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Poetry

Doing God

I wish, I were, I was impotent
While going around the skies
Finding a lost god

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Poetry

Dot.etc.

adream
I smash the steer!
drifting in lust

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Poetry

Emot

To me, faggots are people
Niggers are people
to me, people who stone people

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Poetry

En Route

Toward me I depart
With unwalked steps
With steps I say, else won’t be said for now.

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Poetry

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

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Poetry

Epoch

Allow me to breathe your last breath
as a still born
unknowing you

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Essays

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...

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Essays

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...

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Poetry

F.G. Lorca

In the dawn of the battle
the army was dead.
No one has stopped. No one has stopped.

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Poetry

Feral mundane

Dark alley
Where we met
Maimed by your simper

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