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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.
The Fog of 11/03/09
after work
family intercourse
the fog began to descend in the fall
The Freedom Phobia: Today Iran, yesterday America and always, I
It's common today to feel for the anguish of the Iranian people. It was humane, yesterday, to mourn for the Virginia Tech casualties. Two decades ago, we thought that the...
Read More →The Illusions from Ceiling
I am looking above and I see
nothing
is nothing to be seen
The killer next door. You & I!
Awe hijacks the TV sets and the radio antennas tremble with shouts of pundits devouring the new breaking story. Another one of us, a human, has committed a horrible crime....
Read More →The kiss, the satin & a year
The smile descended in the room
past five
One wall was made of shade
The Mute Mermaid
Forsaking Mermaid's cry
beyond the shores,
unbroken waves are crawling,
The New World: America or The Last Chance We Rigged
1492 seems like a galaxy away yet The Dark Ages appear more prevalent than ever. The New World, accidentally or not stumbled upon, once discovered, it reignited the aspirations of...
Read More →The obtuse idiot cycle: Michelle Malkin
Just because one has an audience it doesn't mean that one has a valid reason to express. Michelle Malkin, in her recent post, the jihadi virus in our jails, states...
Read More →The obtuse idiot cycle: Rush Limbaugh
Listen! I do not agree with most American imperialistic policies. I'm not happy about Mr. Obama's accomplishments during his immature presidential term and I certainly refute the validity of the...
Read More →The System(atic)
The economy is a decaying corpse and, for our own sake and health, the rotten stiff must be cremated. The iv therapy applied to our social system it's just prolonging...
Read More →The unfaught fight
Let's fight until the fight is fought
until the living mourns itself
while the one is finally alone
To the light!
To the light!
The army was marching to conquer.
In the camp, in the night
UnAlphabetless
Should I spend the night with JustALizz?
Nah! give her just a minute or two
She's almost in the middle, Mary's that prudish kindda slut
Unfriend
I just unfriended myself
To enchant my detractors
Jubilating at my clicked self loath
Unraped
Allow me the pain of a mortal
don't remove the street sign, the crosswalk to the other curb,
the mortgage or the ungrazable lawn of the pearly gates
Versus
Health care; an American vanity? A world's indolence? The metamorphosis of The Hippocratic Oath from a factual statement into a myth? The constant competition, just to bow into the spot...
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