Libre is a Southern literature and arts magazine bent on brain pain and reexamining what it means to scavenge for agency in liminal states of illness. Our white whale of a submission is one that bravely tinkers with the fundamental language that comprises mental health writing. We’re seeking writing and art that dares to grapple with disease and trauma, while doing so with candor, transparency, humor, and a discerning eye. We confront madness daily. Jokes aside, it’s the repurposed heaviness of personal trauma narratives that we seek. Bite it in two and spit out the seeds and see what you can make of messy retrospect. Our stories, essays, and poetry deflect stigma in favor of the bird’s eye view of global psychology, and welcome writers and artists from all walks of life to take turns at writing around the current crisis we find ourselves in. We hope that by providing a place for pain to rest comfortably for a season, we can foster a community that is safe and respectfully rebellious. Provoke the demons. Call them by their proper names and send us stories about the aftermath. It’s not glory, it’s gory, we know that, which is why Libre‘s comprised mostly of scar-tissue and neuron death. It’s dreadful, here, but let’s attempt to laugh anyway.