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.

Essays Fiction Poetry

Essays

Let there be science!

After eight years of a delusional presidency – where talking snakes, senator horses and born-again were more important than knowledge itself – we finally attempt to reenter onto the path…

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 If you get stuck My breath will sweep…

Poetry

Look

look there where they could not see where we are blind the bait is not taken is not needed

Essays

Mecca vaccine

The word Mecca from the title could be replaced by any of the following: Hollywood, Holy-Land etc. since they represent the same essence but with a different form. Perhaps Dream…

Poetry

Metaphorless

I’d like to fuck mountains in the ass Forcing their lava subside in the liver Cirrhotic and moonshinless To lay in the hammock Watching the metaphor’s last breath with a…

Poetry

Milky men

Fact Good & bad True &false Weak & strong They say Heaven & hell Drunk of joy & despair Wait a minute I say Before I mumbled in whisper To…

Poetry

Moral undance

Naked, by the moonless breath With visible hope, unfogging glossy moans Destatuing the unrisen I hug rare gusts, whisks Ooshed and exhaled I speak to debracers Naked, nailed with sighs…

Poetry

Mortaling

Sex, the nirvana of plebe Robeless, uninitiated Moaning, careless of nightingale Hiking above, flying below; the bird of prey Into immoral talons Prometheusian chain links unraveled Harder! their unisoned voice…

Poetry

Mother nature

mother nature, the whore STD-ing any cloud The shadow The hope was in some burrow, coughing And the virgins, hymenless Bragging for love, in the distance Bleeding Unwounded Bleeding The…

Essays

Mourning, into the absurd

Like the powerless gazelle watching its calf being eviscerated ravenously by an insensitive feline, we mourn absurdly the perennial tragedy. Why? What monster could have committed this atrocity? The mirror’s…

Poetry

mundane guillotine

What if die tonight Would your laughter get fuller? No You’d have to deal with it Yes I’m awake tomorrow, still Slaughtered in your dawning mind I escaped

Poetry

napkin for the soul – stutz!

The beauty'n every leaf I see Its spawn in the undug below above in the unreach Majestically – single handed sorting the light beams 'you may drop in your knees.…

Poetry

Ode to Stupid

You, you slaughtered methaphors in ditches Turned revolving souls into stomping flats I go to morgues On Monday mornings to check what happened during rest Who’s god is turning into…

Poetry

Of all,

Unhatched, our past Laid rotten in the nest Even the runt flew close to the embrace Of a today, tomorrow Just now & then, swayed a bit Onto the decomposing…

Poetry

Of Else

empty streets of humans, of fog lovers forgot how to love, to moan in the night entire moon naps on its dark side an orgy of eunuchs give birth to…

Poetry

Of late

I’m late the century just passed by carrying the breathable ticketless, on the red painted curb crumbled unrescued by the hopefighters or me unrescued by the mummified hitchhiker or by…

Poetry

Of said

Why should one wait, the hope or dream the patience has been given as obedience, not virtue one will receive what one despises, at their will missing the cue, will…

Poetry

of…

I wouldn't start the email with a barren dear or I hope this finds you well… I want to be polite like a gentle summer rain after the drought and…

Poetry

Omeleted Savior

Oh, how much I loved myself Like an immortal, aware Of my infinity, senseless Above were egging only for if the one would come Among us, the omelet Surfaced As…

Poetry

P.h.d…

Write like you never wrote before Chisel the unspelled Into the unmoulding Write with unknown letters, misspelled of milk teeth Of nipples for gray whiskers, lip it Start with a…

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