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The World Already Ended At Y2K photo
May 26, 2016 | Poetry

The World Already Ended At Y2K

Michael Wasson

The computers will run an error the size of oceans howling crazy for the pale moon & will hurtle through our bodies to get there. My brother says the lights across the river will burn out. 

how close photo
May 24, 2016 | Poetry

how close

Phillip Spotswood

[practice breathing, talk to snakes, how to suck venom from a wound]

     -february 3, 2012: “I’m getting better at branching out”

I Am in Love with My Therapist photo
May 19, 2016 | Poetry

I Am in Love with My Therapist

Katie Jean Shinkle

Whose hometown are we in in the dream? :: Do you hold my hand or do you disembowel me? Whose side are you on, anyway? :: My confession on this Sunday morning is: we are all human.

Two Poems photo
May 12, 2016 | Poetry

Two Poems

Rachel Samanie

I’ve seen men punch holes in walls. They lead nowhere – I’ve looked, I tried to escape. I’ve seen what happens afterward too.

scenes from the japanese pavilion  photo
May 11, 2016 | Poetry

scenes from the japanese pavilion 

Lucy Tiven

another kind of crime scene
walking to the post office with A

Three Poems photo
May 5, 2016 | Poetry

Three Poems

Philip Schaefer

Let’s go back to the twin indigo suns/ in our eyes. To shooting holes/ through the walls of our skin, one/ metal kiss at a time...

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. 

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.

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

#EMPTYSTADIUM photo
April 18, 2016 | BASEBALL, Poetry

#EMPTYSTADIUM

Russell Brakefield

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

Freeway Statistics photo
April 14, 2016 | BASEBALL, Poetry

Freeway Statistics

G. O. Clark

each pitch lost in the peripheral blink of an eye

The Great American Road Trip photo
April 5, 2016 | Poetry

The Great American Road Trip

Paul Asta

Dear waiter, it’s true: Casey struck out.
But they forgot to say the pitcher used
steroids. Used historical revisionism

 

Two Poems photo
April 5, 2016 | BASEBALL, Poetry

Two Poems

Sandra Marchetti

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

Two Poems photo
March 31, 2016 | Poetry

Two Poems

Ali Shapiro

If I leave rambling, incoherent apologies on your voicemail at four in the morning, is it still impressive that I’ve quit drinking?

Four Poems photo
March 30, 2016 | Poetry

Four Poems

Doug Paul Case

Déjà vu exists because time is a bunch of pink confetti

Two Poems photo
March 29, 2016 | Poetry

Two Poems

Collin Callahan

I awoke in a forest of yellow
trees. When the air turned cold
they erased themselves.

Little Death in Five Parts photo
March 28, 2016 | Poetry

Little Death in Five Parts

Juliana Converse

I’m hoarse and feverish. We sing in the streets, “Feelin’ good was good enough for me, hee hee,” but then the breakfast booth only has two seats.

Milk Poems photo
March 25, 2016 | Poetry

Milk Poems

Emily Carney

I wear a velvet piece to the therapist’s office and she asks me to close my eyes. We agree to experience an illusion of me dancing...

Two Poems photo
March 24, 2016 | Poetry

Two Poems

Brennan Bestwick

I do not leave
the houses I’ve built, I carry the nails and raise

the walls around me

Two Poems photo
March 22, 2016 | Poetry

Two Poems

Scott Fenton

The plastic palm tree’s strung with bulbs like a bike chain. We take tropical vacations beyond Bed & Bath.

Autocomplete photo
March 17, 2016 | Poetry

Autocomplete

H.R. Webster

I can’t stop watching teenage boys eat shit at the skate park.
It gives me real pleasure.

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...