Jessica Goldson • November 6, 2016

[special_issue slug=”litsup2016″ element=”pheader”] I have this tendency when I feel empty, to presume that there is something I can consume to feel complete. There is no candy wall tall enough, no Spotify playlist long enough, no YouTube vortex vast enough, no collar crisp enough, to cushion the me in there… Read More

Christopher Junn • November 6, 2016

[special_issue slug=”litsup2016″ element=”pheader”] White porcelain, deep and smooth like rocks weathered down by a river’s mighty palm running down its back for an eon of an eternity. Now dry, clear glass glaze covers its skin. Suffocating it in a sealed cage of dryness –a wasteland. It yearns for water as… Read More

Xavier Martinez • November 6, 2016

[special_issue slug=”litsup2016″ element=”pheader”] Abram, my dearest brother, I’ve been at the Port of Cedars for two days now, safe and in high spirits, but unsure about the dangers that await me. The merchant who brought me here advised me to hire the services of the captain of a well-known schooner,… Read More

Alainah Aamir • November 6, 2016

[special_issue slug=”litsup2016″ element=”pheader”] They have circumcised my city and suddenly it is an unfamiliar shade of a colour I vaguely remember Now everywhere I go, clean wisdom tooth voids ricochet in the streets I built a time machine with the mere scent of nicotine and it takes me back to… Read More

Commentary • November 6, 2016

[special_issue slug=”litsup2016″ element=”pheader”] Today the gold heart on the gold bracelet my mother bought me early in April beats as hard as my own during my spells of palpitation. The words of Baldwin and Kerouac are stretching out onto long winding pavements engulfed in marijuana perfume and ruins of morality. Read More

Sophie Panzer • November 6, 2016

[special_issue slug=”litsup2016″ element=”pheader”] When we die and they cut us open they’ll find the fat from the fries we ate at one o clock in the morning congealing in our spent arteries the bass from the gay nightclub misted with sweat and cologne vibrating in our stiff bones the sangria… Read More

Dylan Lamberti • November 6, 2016

[special_issue slug=”litsup2016″ element=”pheader”] Jen made me clumsy. Before I met her, I was as well put together as anybody, but ever since we started seeing each other I was always tripping over my feet or getting a fingernail stuck in a doorjamb. She didn’t see that change of course. To… Read More