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LETA IRIS. FERAL POET. PUBLISHED AUTHOR. FREELANCE DESIGNER. ALWAYS WRITING.

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The Fruits of Her Bittersweet Sadness, Left to Rot
this piece presses on the aching bruise within her melancholy and allows it to bleed deep colors of truth. the visceral collection explores the feminine bite, each diary-like entry a tribute to the inner child. if sylvia plath sings to each aching fragment of your soul, this collection is yearning to cradle your younger self and caress your cosmic heart. 
 
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When Summer Fades to Fall
this collection explores extensive themes of nostalgia, growth, heartache, betrayal, nature, interpersonal relationship experiences and midnight reflection. this book is written for those who yearn, the people who spend all night contemplating- those who are sick with nostalgia and haunted by the past. this book is a mirror of intuition that will speak to areas of creativity that are sleeping, in need of nourishment. 

about the author

hello! i am so glad that you found your way here <3

Leta Iris (she/they) is a bisexual, two-spirited midwestern
poet with a BA in English + a concentration in Creative
Nonfiction and a minor in Creative Writing. She is the
author of two poetry collections, when summer fades to
fall and the fruits of her bittersweet sadness, left to rot.
She is published in South Broadway Press, 13th Floor Magazine–
and has pieces featured in the Experiences of Femininity exhibit
at the University of Nebraska at Omaha. Leta takes pride
in her Cherokee/Apache heritage, with her Indigenous
name meaning “cheerful spirit.” She enjoys caffeine,
thrifting trinkets and collecting purses. You can usually
find her beneath a fuzzy blanket, book in hand while
cuddled up with her lifelong partner, Cody, and her Blue-
Heeler Beagle mix, Buffy. All writing is original work by
Leta Iris, and may not be used without permission. For
business inquiries, email authorletairis@gmail.com <3
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praise for leta iris

"this girl’s prose doesn’t just read; it breathes, it breaks, it bites. it claws at the walls. if you’re drawn to that visceral, feral southern gothic fever, and if you’ve ever starved under Sylvia Plath’s fig tree, watching every version of yourself drop and decay in that moss-choked, blood-thickened mire—this is for you ☾₊˚  nobody writes like this on here, nobody."

Publication in

South Broadway Press

Autumn 2025 Edition

II OF PENTACLES, EARTH [REVERSED]

Publication in

Flare Lit Mag

Special Issue 2:

Health Scares

MY BODY IS NOT A TEMPLE,
BUT A CIRCUS

Publication in

Zine Pulse's 4th Issue

Birthday Cake

NOSTALGIA IS A SLOW, PAINFUL DEATH
& IN MY BLOOD

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