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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.
Passportless touch
On the curvy meadows Lying The early dew no longer appeared To camouflage his constant tears Her scent is dripping onto him as mist oozing from an immortal memory From…
Read More →Peer pressure and the insignificant life
The ethics and morals that guide our behavior are nothing more than the high school concept of peer pressure. The schmuck who wants to belong to an apartheid group, gives…
Read More →Please, let the crazy run the asylum!
Who cannot smile, shouldn’t cry. Just be still for a moment and let the lips follow their natural flow. It will end up in a smirk eventually and then, by…
Read More →poaching or the voting season
The mortals are voting their way out of it & Atlas keeps holding the pebble, on a rocky beach… Zeus is inebriating the Mary while her son is playing on…
Read More →Present-in-tense
Today, the metaphor will be hauled to the plaza It served its time in the dungeons, with plebe For a mindless crime Its crime was murderless yet caught was between…
Read More →Quest
Looking for immortality in all the wrong places In the penumbra of life Through the attic of death Among the shivers of love Into the vowelles screams of torture At…
Read More →Rapist wanted!
I would pay top dollar to someone just to obliterate my consciousness. Then, he/she (no sex discrimination here) must perform the task of a complete dismemberment of the thought. But,…
Read More →Sleigh
In the morning, that night was gone I hooflesed my horses One by one, a meadow at the time So no one knew when the peak was tremored in gallops…
Read More →Speciesless
From head to toe He left He went Behind, in mud Murrain of muddy traces followed Along feeding the yester a sight of sweat was thrown by him aback while…
Read More →Spent
The time spent vehemently between yesterday & tomorrow stutzin' aware of undone breathing with the involuntary god on my side impervious to trenches dragging from a stage four pleasure burning…
Read More →Starved
alone in the cage he felt Starved the peep view with flowers was dying in him his thirst did not help them revolted, the unbuilt wall he broke his view,…
Read More →Stootzen, stationless & plane… still
afraid not knowing I became I touched it all exists of bars, and chains, and anguish eviscerated beings of being I saw I see through my shut eyelids a bowl…
Read More →Suicidal Ape
It is obvious that we can't find a common ground. We are still believers, not rational creatures. Just listening to any conversation, it's impossible not to hear at least once:…
Read More →Symboless
Let’s meet at + infinite where parallels roll in hay where love is capable of laughter right there universless & unawhere
Read More →Teardrop’s ash
What can I say, and how To make the words into shievers Where would I learn, and if I did, how would you know Sliding through rainless rainbows Letting Artemis…
Read More →Terror as life, murder as love
We are shellfish filtering all the anguish of existence through the gun barrel. We never existed as a humanity but only as self coerced live stock. Often, one of us…
Read More →The audience of the hope
I let myself go from the ledge I was born Stumbled into a boudoir The hope was dressed in make-up Five minutes before hitting the stage, The claps were in…
Read More →The bald peacock
In the meantime Love Between packaged thoughts & wrinkling dreams Where butterflies & gut are waiting for the bus toward unconquered 9to5’s Barren and responsible like all the mortals Love…
Read More →The dried and the rain
Looming atop a hill Some gallows They, somber Me, a jester The crowd as always Cheering before the curtain had been risen I took a drag, threw out a laugh…
Read More →The Fog of 11/03/09
after work family intercourse the fog began to descend in the fall the street was clear, the sky started to blur as a hope the murkiness kept dripping until the…
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