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.
Forwardless
She stood up & kissed me ravenously Would you kiss me like 10% of that when I’m in the coffin, said I Let me rot on the hill top Where…
Read More →From Auschwitz to Gaza Strip
If one would take the already walked path from the Gas Chambers of Auschwitz to the Wall of West Bank without pondering, then logic is dead. The maze that the…
Read More →Garret days
Shinny day today More or less today than any day Other day For once, among the stones and boulders I’m laying still bed of river thanks the drought Staring at…
Read More →Grammar of the soul
I lived in a country where they conjugated the noun Love It had the past the present & the future Like a corner verb Cheap With a ripped stocking and…
Read More →Hahah
Ha, ha, haha The laugher was there without the hahah ha & ha Was above the unstoppable unmelted, wingless beyond the ideal, postpartum with no spare dedalus ignitionless yet us.…
Read More →Holiday recipe
Caramelize the spirit, build a border, stir in balsamic hope, reduce. Add Port wine, to sweeten the deception, reduce. Add the veal stock, the reason, and reduce attain a syrupy…
Read More →I
I look behind, seeing the unlost I stop breathing as usual, formerly I stayed wondering.. After a while I stopped again having no expression about the new previous like my…
Read More →I as in team
I would like to cry but unrandom tears would appear childish. Their reflection in the rippled puddle would be carried to the shore, carving into the sidewalk's curb a barren…
Read More →i Exile – Vol. 1
Well, now that iExile is back up and all the malicious intruders are out, we plan to make this online publication more accessible. The goal is that every quarter, beginning…
Read More →I traveled the land
I traveled through black land gay land meadows of white trash land of butches and butchers chicks with dicks land wetback land of the desert where the streem of hope…
Read More →In stamba
From the roof she screamed From the building aside of my aspiration of her Only when the river drenched I heard The offspring of love Left alone, wingless At first…
Read More →In time of crisis
In time of crisis extreme ideas tend to gain adherence. Desperate humans are inclined to believe the radical rhetoric and extravagant promises, hoping, like a junkie, for a quick fix.…
Read More →Incest
Just because I said I love you You don’t steer Just because I said I’d die for you You aren’t a god And just because I wasn’t
Read More →Incoming drought
Adio! My last kiss A meager trace of moist onto your lips The dusk is just upon us Before you glipse I’ll be where I belong In pathless realms Roaming,…
Read More →Jack Nymph
Bathing in your dephts Safe you feel, mermaid Passing touches shall drown Before their reach, you know I, lit a cig, in the penumbra of your reach Aquatic, pedestrian or…
Read More →John 2nd
Today another angel had died A world is marching to prayer A thought of good and humane and celeste Along will bring just despair Today, for a moment, by the…
Read More →Kite
Rip my feathers from my back the gravity reasons their faith! the pillow I make from them makes my fall bearable flipping the wings I would have stayed in limbo…
Read More →Languageless
If I were speechless How would you receive my whisper? Would you decipher my thought between comas? Maybe the bouncer would punch my sight Just before I violated your soul…
Read More →Laughing man
The view with abyss the rolling with said and insignificant with actually Then, I met my self with a laughing human He did everything in his power – and he…
Read More →Leftover love
I hid you in my thought Deep, in dark ravines Behind mountains of chores I chained you at the base of inescapable responsibilities I scrubbed with tar your taste your…
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