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Congratulate Me, Too photo
April 4, 2018 | BASEBALL, Nonfiction

Congratulate Me, Too

Josh Sippie

I couldn’t cut my hair (I’m no sheep) and I sure as hell couldn’t change my love of the Houston Astros.

Three Poems photo
April 3, 2018 | BASEBALL, Poetry

Three Poems

Karen J. Weyant

I ended up in right field, ponytail eschew, cap falling to the bridge of my nose, shadowing my freckled cheeks.

The Kid photo
April 2, 2018 | BASEBALL, Poetry

The Kid

Bryce Emley

I don’t think it made a sound.

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

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. 

Trading Heroes photo
April 29, 2017 | BASEBALL, Fiction

Trading Heroes

Travis Kiger

“So I started collecting baseball cards.” 

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. 

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.

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.

Cross Country photo
April 27, 2017 | BASEBALL, Poetry

Cross Country

Sandra Marchetti

Whenever I
fly I search
for the baseball
diamonds.

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.

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.

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.

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

Baseball Game in a Small Southern Town photo
April 18, 2017 | BASEBALL, Poetry

Baseball Game in a Small Southern Town

M. A. Istvan Jr.

Before the nasty glances, which I sense to be for me, I shake my downcast head, grin in disappointment, and mutter “Damn.”

Another evening down at the ballpark photo
April 17, 2017 | BASEBALL, Poetry

Another evening down at the ballpark

Scott Ray

While waiting in my car outside your house I counted thirteen wrinkled ticket stubs I’d tucked inside the glovebox after games
to serve as some reminder of the season so far.

Playing Baseball Mediocrely but Playing Baseball with Pure Joy photo
April 14, 2017 | BASEBALL, Nonfiction

Playing Baseball Mediocrely but Playing Baseball with Pure Joy

Julia Dixon Evans

I wanted to focus on the real victims, unthinkable crimes against them, but I kept coming back to those batting cages, to that uniform in Coach B's house.

Diversion photo
April 13, 2017 | BASEBALL, Fiction

Diversion

Annie Maroon

While he runs, you think about how long it’s been since you stepped on a baseball field. Your chest fills up with sharp fragments of Little League afternoons, standing in left field praying for something to do and dreading it at the same time

Baseball is a Reason photo
April 13, 2017 | BASEBALL, Poetry

Baseball is a Reason

Thomas Locicero

Baseball is, if nothing else, a reason, and so it is everything:

Right Field Line photo
April 12, 2017 | BASEBALL, Nonfiction

Right Field Line

Dylan Taylor

The victors every year were The Plague. They were barrel chested, they were drunk, they were titans, hitting pitch after pitch back to the fences were the Classics hid their weaker players. 

Ron Blomberg photo
April 11, 2017 | Poetry, BASEBALL

Ron Blomberg

Chris Haven

Don’t blame Ron Blomberg.

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Dualities

Jason Phoebe Rusch

Jason Phoebe Rusch is a queer writer from the Chicago suburbs. His full-length debut Dualities explores gender and patriarchy from the perspective of a man who was socialized and is currently still read as a woman. He is interested in complication and nuance and messy human failing, his own and that of others.