Talent - Hege Jakobsen Lepri
Growing Up - Bernadette O'Callahan
Vaga-Bonds - Jeff Switt
The Most Beautiful Thing
He will be married today. Outside, guests gather and arrange themselves among the white folding chairs. In a hotel room, the groom holds a razor to his throat, shaving diligently while his buddies pour shots from a glass bottle. He thinks about his bride laced into the white dress and the veil that will cover her face. The groomsmen make crude jokes about who will end the night with which bridesmaid. The blade catches his skin and he uses a towel to stop the bleeding, wondering if any of them have ever fucked his wife and if she liked it.
Caitlin Casey grew up in Minnesota and when she turned 18 she left the Midwest and never looked back. She currently is an MFA student at Emerson College in Boston and is working on her first novel.
Hege Jakobsen Lepri
She was no Alice Munroe, but she’d turned a few literary tricks in her time. Nothing to win her awards and little to live on, but she still had it in her, she thought.
Hege Jakobsen Lepri is a Toronto-based translator and writer. In a former life, she was a manager of European projects in Tuscany. Before that, she was a sociologist in Norway. She returned to writing in 2011, after a twenty year break. Her fiction is published in this fall's issue of J Journal.
“I don’t want to grow up,” she says. “That’s when dreams and magic die. I mean can you imagine if Peter Pan grew up? All the sudden he’s in a cubicle telling people he wants to go by Pete. He forgot how to fly and doesn’t believe in fairies…Can you imagine how horrible that would be?”
Bernadette O’Callaghan lives in Old Bennington, Vermont. This is her first publication.
A magenta dusk hovers over the west horizon. Me and Maggie been hitchin’ rides for three days, in love for three months, starting in Texarkana. Nights wrapped in lust at roadside stops, black plastic bags protecting us from the cold. Our stomachs burn hungry, stoked with a few limp fries from the trash, washed down with a half-bottle of warm spring water. Maggie is talking crazy, wants to walk out in front of a semi. She makes it to the blacktop as airbrakes squeal to a stop. I have room for one the driver says. My head nods. Good-bye Maggie.