10 posts published by Joy Dorai, Mary Buchanan Sellers, Kelsey Coletta, N.T. Chambers, Gary Bolick, Damon Yeargain, Mark Putzi, Michael Loyd Gray, and Horia Pop during October 2025| librelit.com
By Joy Dorai The scent of ammonia that overpowers urine, decaying food with reservoirs of mold with spores that have...| LIBRE
By Devon Webb My duvet is on the floor & I haven’t emptied my rubbish bin there’s dust on the...| LIBRE
By Bethany Jarmul after Emma Bolden, with anod to William Carlos Williams She couldn’t say it straight.She told it slant...| LIBRE
By Kelsey Coletta I used to trace my bones at night because I liked the curves and crevices and my...| LIBRE
By N.T. Chambers A thoughtI thinkI thoughtwhile thinkingmanythoughtsagoreminded meto forgetwhat Irememberedto forgetabout thenwhen allof it mademore sensethan anythingdoes thesedaysexceptlovingwiselyorlovingpoorlydoesn’tmatteronlyloving. ...| LIBRE
By Gary Bolick It’s an old wall. Some claim it is as old, maybe older than the pyramids. Others swear...| LIBRE
By Damon Yeargain I’ve seen a lot of my old friend lately, including tonight. He hasn’t spoken a word—he doesn’t...| LIBRE
By Mark Putzi It’s the kind of enduring memory that makes me happy when remembering my brother, whose addiction led...| LIBRE
By Michael Loyd Gray I reckon them Harvard people are smart enough alright. For woke folk, anyway. One of them wrote just the other day on how maybe space aliens walk among us. They might be smack-dab on the next bar stool. Or in line at Walgreen’s. The pretty little cashier with a swishing ponytail…| LIBRE
By Horia Pop “The fragile and beautiful mother who endures all in secret and in the shade. The mother who...| LIBRE
By E.A. Midnight we are sitting at the end of another pool / the soft space where a body slides into water / and i say that the act of uncovering / one’s skin / is not as simple as it might look / and you pull out your / combat tools / you are…| LIBRE
By T.E. Hahn https://youtu.be/ISItzlZQSDkCedron remembers a time when the sunlight spread across Wasabi River, and Dylan leaned over the water's edge, closed his eyes, and inhaled. His Dad’s body was buried in the hood of his car in the driveway while fixing his engine. His mom dug holes for flowers in her garden—this memory during…| LIBRE