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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.
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 the cross.
Hit the ballot with a pin: Yes, No - Maybe isn't
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
Quest
Looking for immortality in all the wrong places
In the penumbra of life
Through the attic of death
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
Stootzen, stationless & plane… still
afraid not knowing I became
I touched
it all exists
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
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
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...
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