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Ripped Red Stitches photo
May 3, 2016 | BASEBALL, Nonfiction

Ripped Red Stitches

Dustin M. Hoffman

When I lived in Michigan, I ruined baseball. I recorded every Detroit Tigers game only to fast-forward between pitches, so I... more

Four Poems photo
May 2, 2016 | BASEBALL, Poetry

Four Poems

Kate Glavin

When a strawberry’s
sore, it leaks

3 Poems photo
April 29, 2016 | BASEBALL, Poetry

3 Poems

Steve Shilling

New ballparks keep sprouting up,
like summer sweet corn. 

TOMMY SUAREZ, DEPORTISTA ESTUPIDO photo
April 29, 2016 | BASEBALL, Fiction

TOMMY SUAREZ, DEPORTISTA ESTUPIDO

David Solorzano

Midway through the school year one of the kids in one of the other sixth grade classes hung himself, so we couldn’t call the game we played in the mornings ‘suicide’ after that. 

Wild Card photo
April 28, 2016 | BASEBALL, Fiction

Wild Card

Kyle Bilinski

Parker’s mental damn busts open the second he sinks a cleat into the batter’s box.  

Oh, To Be a Center Fielder, a Center Fielder - And Nothing More! photo
April 28, 2016 | BASEBALL, Poetry

Oh, To Be a Center Fielder, a Center Fielder - And Nothing More!

Keith Kopka

Come closer reader, please,
I didn’t mean to insult you. 
I’ll let you punch me
right in my asking face.

Lineage photo
April 27, 2016 | BASEBALL, Nonfiction

Lineage

Tony Press

I was wearing my home-made Giants uniform, as I did every day that week, laboriously sewed by mom who was not enamored of sewing. 

The Infield Fly Rule photo
April 27, 2016 | BASEBALL, Poetry

The Infield Fly Rule

Alan Walowitz

The full moon may strike you
dumb and limp and lost
when bat readies to encounter ball
and you hit it high as the moon--
still the ump declares, You’re out!
before you’ve moved a step from home. 

We Are in the Cellar photo
April 26, 2016 | BASEBALL, Poetry

We Are in the Cellar

Katie Armstrong

There’s no TV or radio here, so it’s only later we hear that our guys lost big
at home on Blake Street

Why I Might Coach the Little League Team photo
April 25, 2016 | BASEBALL, Poetry

Why I Might Coach the Little League Team

Devin Kelly

I would go back now, though, live in the nervous fidget
before I said I like you & kissed her braces
with my upper lip & bled all over her teeth.

Listening to a Baseball Game on the Radio photo
April 22, 2016 | BASEBALL, Poetry

Listening to a Baseball Game on the Radio

Thomas O’Connell

There is something about listening
To a baseball game on the radio

A Single Happened Thing photo
April 21, 2016 | BASEBALL, Fiction

A Single Happened Thing

Daniel Paisner

It was the summer of Monica Lewinsky and Mark McGwire and Armageddon. I was on a short business trip to Philadelphia—a... more

Lines Come Last photo
April 20, 2016 | BASEBALL, Fiction

Lines Come Last

Richard Johnston

When I first met Dawn, I didn’t know what a lexicographer was. I had to look it up. Later I admitted I hadn’t even... more

Impermanent Ink photo
April 19, 2016 | BASEBALL

Impermanent Ink

Chad Schuster

Much has been said about that smile. I'm not in the business of describing smiles.

#EMPTYSTADIUM photo
April 18, 2016 | BASEBALL, Poetry

#EMPTYSTADIUM

Russell Brakefield

Without fans, the stands turn to a castle
of concrete and sea birds.

Meeting Mickey photo
April 15, 2016 | BASEBALL, Nonfiction

Meeting Mickey

Theresa Corigliano

It is 5:30 in the morning. I am standing in the lobby of a midtown Manhattan hotel, judging the distance between me and a planter... more

Freeway Statistics photo
April 14, 2016 | BASEBALL, Poetry

Freeway Statistics

G. O. Clark

each pitch lost in the peripheral blink of an eye

The Stained Souvenir photo
April 13, 2016 | BASEBALL, Nonfiction

The Stained Souvenir

Matthew Callan

I have been to many games at Shea Stadium and I know that this facility’s bar for unacceptable behavior is extremely low.

Fuckface(s) photo
April 12, 2016 | BASEBALL, Nonfiction

Fuckface(s)

Andrew Bomback

Let’s start this account of fuckfaces on October 18, 2006. I was 30 years old, recently engaged, in my third year of residency training at Chapel Hill, and depressed about the New York Mets. 

The Softball photo
April 11, 2016 | Nonfiction, BASEBALL

The Softball

Stacy Murison

Dear Dicky,
You probably figured it out by now, but I’m sorry I stole the softball.

Messiah photo
April 8, 2016 | BASEBALL, Fiction

Messiah

Erica Peplin

Pauline wanted to correct him. He should have said catcher. That's the one who squats. 

How to Eat a Sunflower Seed photo
April 7, 2016 | BASEBALL, Fiction

How to Eat a Sunflower Seed

Evan Lavender-Smith

Otherwise you'll end up with a mouthful of husk shards. 

Last Pitch photo
April 6, 2016 | BASEBALL, Fiction

Last Pitch

Peter Piliere

It is the last inning of the last game of a mediocre season for a mediocre team. 

Two Poems photo
April 5, 2016 | BASEBALL, Poetry

Two Poems

Sandra Marchetti

The Unsayable                       The Chicago Cubs last won a World Series... more

Nine Things About Bunting photo
April 4, 2016 | BASEBALL, Nonfiction

Nine Things About Bunting

Tara Roeder

Once I googled “Can you bunt in football?”  Answers.com had a helpful “Answered by the Community” reply: “No.”

Recent Books

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Flashes of Life

Micah Ling

Featuring poems that engage songs by artists ranging from The White Stripes to Bruce Sprinsteen, David Bowie to Otis Redding; lists of albums; daily timestamps as poems; remixes and everything in between; Flashes of Light evokes not just the way we listen to music, but all the ways we interact with the music in our life.

 

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Over For Rockwell

Uzodinma Okehi

They say it takes an average person about 10 years to master a given thing. This was my thinking in 1995 when I dropped out of college in Iowa City to draw comics.

 

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Baseball Handbook

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We’ve had the idea and wanted to do some kind of “best of our online baseball issues” for years, and here is one iteration of that book. We’ve been doing it for so long (this year is our 13th!), we have too many favorites, so we made some arbitrary rules...