Living tangentially to illness takes a separate, obtuse toll on an individual. It isn’t easily identifiable, but I’d hazard a guess almost all of us here have either directly experienced or witnessed its effects. Libre wants to catalogue these experiences in ways that provide

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“Chronotherapy” by Lou Dee As the fading calls of machinery /Reach across the city / In its violet afterglow. librelit.com/2025/07/02/lou…

Prose today by Isaac Russo: “Whiskey had been a poor substitute for the love of his life, but in the end they burned the same.” librelit.com/2025/07/05/isa…

Isaac Russo was kind enough to film himself reading Saturday’s TWO KNAVES WALK INTO A BAR. View it on the website and YouTube, here: librelit.com/2025/07/05/isa… youtu.be/iIysbofF9yI

Prose by A.S. Aubrey today: “How to carve the quiet place, its shaky walls becoming stronger with repetition until you know your own home?” librelit.com/2025/07/09/as-…

Prose this evening by Michael Hill. Be sure to check out the fantastic video he so kindly recorded for us. librelit.com/2025/07/16/mic… youtu.be/DAP1yn_fxKE?si… Michael Hill is a father, husband, dog partner, and unionist who teaches at a community college in Michigan. He has

A.S. Aubrey was kind enough to provide us with a moving photo montage with recorded audio of her performing her piece “Confessions From Your Therapist”. View it on the website and our YouTube channel: librelit.com/2025/07/09/as-… youtu.be/a57I-30mW0Q?si…

Michael Hill’s poignant video reading of his piece “Winter Poetics” is available for view on the website and our YouTube channel.

I am so happy to announce that Peonies of Resurrection has found a home with Unsolicited Press! I’ve spent the past year rewriting and revising this manuscript and I am thrilled it is forthcoming in February 2027!

When we speak around healing, we’re speaking to the greater collective experience of trauma-swapping. Social media’s the NYC basement communal bath, set to epsom salts, the variety of which is digitized, comes in the logarithmic packaging of opaque heart icon, or the emotional

It’s funny-sad what re-reading something does when you’re already halfway to a nostalgia you’re at odds with over the misremembering it’s caused you to do. Big mistakes take on a large font size you’re weary of touching pixels with (read: I’m a coward), and the minor things, the

Reppert writes around forgiveness in restrained language that elevates the art of poetic sparsity. 🧠 >> Florence-Susanne Reppert is an ex-Lehigh Valley resident and currently resides in Monroe County. They run/own Poetry as Promised Literary Magazine and Cohost Nowhere as

librelit.com/2025/07/23/flo… Ahhhhhh my poem 'A tapestry of Forgiveness' was just published by libre 😍 i love this press so much and this is a huge honor for me to be included here, thank you 🥺

Grateful to the early voices of Libre, when the intent was baby-pure, so simplified it was a nice shade of blue and see-through: a gathering of voices on the internet speaking clearly about the private, making public the caliber of pain they couldn’t publish anywhere else. We’ll

Site updates for anyone who’s bored enough to want them. Updated daily in hopes of getting the word out there. librelit.com/log

I’m looking Change in the eye as I write this and welcoming it over, but before it fully takes effect, we have a job to do. The archives is still underway, and after weekend work, I offer you 10 more pieces by previous contributors, now available on the site. 🧠 Archives: