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Daytime Is The Greatest: An Interview with Bud Smith and Rae Buleri photo
May 9, 2017 | Interview

Daytime Is The Greatest: An Interview with Bud Smith and Rae Buleri

Elle Nash

I read the first half of Dust Bunny City (Disorder Press, 2017) at a party, while I was sober. Men were playing darts, making tiny dart holes in the rented apartment walls. I watched them throw darts and cheer and try to teach me how to play, and then drunkenly play with the dogs in the house and then went back to my reading.

Pretty Potion photo
May 8, 2017 | Nonfiction

Pretty Potion

Jen Palmares Meadows

In the afternoons, I stripped off my boyish clothing and watched back to back episodes of Saved by the Bell, feeding my unhealthy obsession for Kelly KAPOWski. The perky brunette with her slim ankles and come-hither hair tosses was the ultimate teenage bombshell. 

Incision photo
May 8, 2017 | Fiction

Incision

Eric Bosse

“Go outside,” I say, and I settle in with my coffee and my laptop. “Notice how real-world birds aren’t actually angry.” 

Spring Stories photo
May 7, 2017 | Sunday Comics

Spring Stories

Alison Barone

Him Hiccup, Me Yawn photo
May 6, 2017 | Fiction

Him Hiccup, Me Yawn

Florence Gonsalves

“Fine, but I get full custody of the mustache,” I said, once we’d finished dividing up all of our things: him Chipotle, me The Red Hot Chili Peppers, him macramé, me black clothing.

Five Poems photo
May 5, 2017 | Poetry

Five Poems

Bud Smith

Remember, there’s a light emitting from you and it's not just your cellphone. / The Internet is a scorched wasteland. / But you've walked through worse places / on your way to work.

Dirty Socks photo
May 5, 2017 | Fiction

Dirty Socks

Sean Higgins

Danielson sells his dirty socks to perverts on the internet. 

Jackalope Run photo
May 4, 2017 | Fiction

Jackalope Run

CJ Hauser

She’s going to be an artist, he told your parents, and he wasn’t wrong, even if you couldn’t hack it in New York. 

The Sculptor photo
May 3, 2017 | Fiction

The Sculptor

Ryan K. Jory

Mom says new husbands are like circus peanuts. They go stale after a few weeks, and she wonders, Why the hell do I keep buying these things? I don’t even like them

Open Your Heart photo
May 3, 2017 | Nonfiction

Open Your Heart

Erika Kleinman

When we first met in the early ‘90s, we had stage names. She went by Kali and I went by Olivia. 

Five Poems photo
May 2, 2017 | Poetry

Five Poems

Danny Caine

All the waffles in Texas / are shaped like Texas. All / the waffles in Ohio / are shaped like waffles.

Strawberry Is Learning To Fly photo
May 2, 2017 | Fiction

Strawberry Is Learning To Fly

Mariya Poe

Who says islands needs water? he asked. Mine is a tree island. It’s something surrounded by something different.

Three Poems photo
May 1, 2017 | Poetry

Three Poems

Russell Brakefield

Above me, all the alien lovers are asleep, stuck together beneath their foreign moons.

Relisted photo
May 1, 2017 | Nonfiction

Relisted

Josh Olsen

For the third time in as many months, I received an automated email from ebay, stating, “An item you’ve been watching has been relisted.” 

Three Strikes photo
April 30, 2017 | BASEBALL

Three Strikes

Anthony Michael Morena

1.  It is 1994 and baseball is on strike so I will not see the first place Yankees advance to the playoffs and win the World... more

Trading Heroes photo
April 29, 2017 | BASEBALL, Fiction

Trading Heroes

Travis Kiger

“So I started collecting baseball cards.” 

WHEN ONE MORNING I WOKE UP MISSING JOEY CARUSO, THE BEST SECONDBASEMAN I EVER PLAYED WITH. I COULDN’T SHAKE IT OFF, THIS MISSING. SO I WROTE THIS POEM photo
April 29, 2017 | BASEBALL, Poetry

WHEN ONE MORNING I WOKE UP MISSING JOEY CARUSO, THE BEST SECONDBASEMAN I EVER PLAYED WITH. I COULDN’T SHAKE IT OFF, THIS MISSING. SO I WROTE THIS POEM

Devin Kelly

It means nothing now but it meant enough then, enough to change a life, to alter the smooth rhythmic turning of the world. 

The Big Inning: Game 95 // Ninth Inning, Chicago // The Cubbies Win the Pennant photo
April 28, 2017 | BASEBALL, Nonfiction

The Big Inning: Game 95 // Ninth Inning, Chicago // The Cubbies Win the Pennant

Brendan Donley

What can be said about this game that hasn’t already been said about Christmas morning? Better than that. The first day of a summer break. Better than that. Evening fireworks on the 4th of July. That, too. Better than all. A graduation, an engagement, a marriage, a festival, a celebration. An outdoor fete to anything.

Carl Mays Kills Ray Chapman photo
April 28, 2017 | BASEBALL, Poetry

Carl Mays Kills Ray Chapman

Andrew Butler

He doesn’t have any friends and doesn’t want any.

That’s the only way Mays can pitch, 

 

because he doesn’t play the game 

of fraternity formed on summer ballfields. 

Cross Country photo
April 27, 2017 | BASEBALL, Poetry

Cross Country

Sandra Marchetti

Whenever I
fly I search
for the baseball
diamonds.

The Big Inning: Game 69 // Seventh Inning, Los Angeles // A Silent Gift, for Vin Scully photo
April 27, 2017 | BASEBALL, Nonfiction

The Big Inning: Game 69 // Seventh Inning, Los Angeles // A Silent Gift, for Vin Scully

Brendan Donley

Vin Scully alone in a broadcast booth, talking by himself, talking to us. Assuring the world that all’s well in Dodgeralia. Calm. Composed. At home, in a park he’ll depart at season’s end. Handpicking his words, off endless branches, branches’ branches, in a deep memory he builds, maintains over many years, keeps polished like a jewel.

Swinging photo
April 26, 2017 | BASEBALL, Fiction

Swinging

Brendan J. O'Brien

Oscar kisses the child through the hard mesh fence designed for the fans’ protection.  He does not like kissing his boy through hard mesh.   

Batter's Box Picture photo
April 26, 2017 | BASEBALL, Poetry

Batter's Box Picture

Josh Kalscheur

Me at my most beautiful. Me locked in. Me sacrifice stance.

Peggy Park, August 1992 photo
April 25, 2017 | BASEBALL, Fiction

Peggy Park, August 1992

Bryan Washington

Micah turned pro and the rest of us went regular. 

He Felt the Crowd Beating in His Heart: Rajai Davis & Game 7 of the 2016 World Series photo
April 24, 2017 | BASEBALL, Nonfiction

He Felt the Crowd Beating in His Heart: Rajai Davis & Game 7 of the 2016 World Series

Jason Koo

It is a game of beautiful pauses, pauses that take up so much of the game’s duration that calling them “pauses” seems inaccurate; the moments of action, rather, are what interrupt the long stretches of inaction.

Run the Jewels photo
April 22, 2017 | Jukebox Happy Hour

Run the Jewels

Sean West

And I had to wonder while I watched the mosh-pits if these kids were even listening.

Delayed Romance photo
April 21, 2017 | BASEBALL, Nonfiction

Delayed Romance

Aaron Sinner

Ten years removed from my youth baseball experience, I find myself in a car with four baseball-obsessed college buddies, headed toward the Hubert H. Humphrey Metrodome to see the Minnesota Twins play a mid-September game against the Detroit Tigers. I have no idea why I’m here.

Off The Diamond photo
April 21, 2017 | BASEBALL, Poetry

Off The Diamond

Zebulon Huset

He could say from experience

that Babe Ruth was an asshole,

but he never said it on the field.

Three Poems photo
April 20, 2017 | BASEBALL, Poetry

Three Poems

David Byron Queen

How fucking weird is the knuckle ball?

Nineteen Eighty-Four: After Charles Simic photo
April 19, 2017 | BASEBALL, Poetry

Nineteen Eighty-Four: After Charles Simic

Kyle Bilinski

That was the year Dave Kingman’s pop fly never came down at the Metrodome
Nineteen players were ejected... more