Fiction
Parlor Tricks 

Parlor Tricks 

December 2016
Voila!” He presented the bouquet of red carnations with a flourish.

Snow Birds

Snow Birds

The floor drain between my legs was underneath a layer of ice. Craig and I had broken into an abandoned building on the darker edge of what may have been Skowhegan, and we decided to rest a while instead of continuing on in darkness.

St. Anthony’s

St. Anthony’s

We’d been playing pretend for almost a year and he still wouldn’t go back to his life. Meade wouldn’t acknowledge he had another life at all, though he’d bring me into it in ways, mentioning how Cole seemed to like me, driving me by the horse farm where he and Cole and his wife had lived before the great domestic unraveling commenced and she moved out to Deer Isle.

Breezy

Breezy

Fiction By Bruce Pratt

The Guest

The Guest

New fiction by AWP winner Joan Connor

Alex the Amazing

Alex the Amazing

New Fiction by Bruce Pratt Sixteen years at Willard Hall and I’ve never coached a team like this. We go 10-1-1 out of the gate, then drop five straight before Christmas. Our happy, fast, sharp-skating winners became a brooding wreck. Defensive zone turnovers, lousy...