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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.
Forgiveness
Kill me in the open view
Where the seen is unreal
Pick up a stone from that holy mountain or the other one
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
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 →Grammar of the soul
I lived in a country where they conjugated the noun
Love
It had the past the present & the future
Hahah
Ha, ha, haha
The laugher was there without the hahah ha & ha
Was above the unstoppable
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
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 →In stamba
From the roof she screamed
From the building aside of my aspiration of her
Only when the river drenched
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
Jack Nymph
Bathing in your dephts
Safe you feel, mermaid
Passing touches shall drown
John 2nd
Today another angel had died
A world is marching to prayer
A thought of good and
Kite
Rip my feathers from my back
the gravity reasons their faith!
the pillow I make from them
Languageless
If I were speechless
How would you receive my whisper?
Would you decipher my thought between comas?
Laughing man
The view with abyss
the rolling with said
and insignificant with actually