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Two Poems photo
May 26, 2017 | Poetry

Two Poems

John Bonanni

Remember the word “party line”? It meant that everyone in your town who wanted to could hear exactly what you were saying. How fucked up is that? Wasn’t that great?

Four Poems photo
May 24, 2017 | Poetry

Four Poems

Caitlin Scarano

Remember when every stray dog was a love story and the snow that night cleared the crust that had gummed my eyes shut? No, me neither, but fuck it. Let’s get lit one last time. 

Three Poems photo
May 19, 2017 | Poetry

Three Poems

Dorothy Chan

O, I don’t get wet for / the Hot Dads of US Weekly or the dad / bods of Star, but give me Frank Sinatra’s / voice crooning in a Hong Kong cab, and I’m hooked

On those Wednesdays photo
May 17, 2017 | Poetry

On those Wednesdays

Katy Kim

 I wish I had that glorified high school / experience— where some boys / are chugging expired strawberry liqueur / and everyone, I mean everyone, / is sprawling on the grasscarpet

Three Poems photo
May 15, 2017 | Poetry

Three Poems

Leslie Marie Aguilar

When I exhaust all other forms of exploration, / this landscape will deny me at the border; / & I will turn my gaze toward a darkening / sky filled with stars I no longer recognize.

from HOW TO WRITE A LOVE POEM IN A TIME OF WAR   photo
May 11, 2017 | Poetry

from HOW TO WRITE A LOVE POEM IN A TIME OF WAR  

Kristy Bowen

Sometimes I say novels ruined me in the way they ruin all young bookish girls, slowly and tenderly rotting out the light and making room for the sweet dark.

Three Poems photo
May 9, 2017 | Poetry

Three Poems

Chloe N. Clark

On Wednesday, I find my teeth / have sharpened over the night / It’s a strange thing to get used / to

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.

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.

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.

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. 

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.

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.

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... 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.

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:

Ron Blomberg photo
April 11, 2017 | Poetry, BASEBALL

Ron Blomberg

Chris Haven

Don’t blame Ron Blomberg.

Randy Bass photo
April 6, 2017 | BASEBALL, Poetry

Randy Bass

Brian Robert Flynn

I’m thankful for the throwaways. Like the time the Bears lost in extra innings. Randy Bass, pre-Hanshin Tigers Randy Bass, had... more

Two Poems Poorly Translated On Baseball During Wartime photo
April 5, 2017 | BASEBALL, Poetry

Two Poems Poorly Translated On Baseball During Wartime

Shane Kowalski

Then something funny happened / after months of imprisonment, / handled like/ animals, less than/ animals, / they started playing baseball.

Two Poems photo
March 27, 2017 | Poetry

Two Poems

Christen Noel

In hopes of rain, we laid our bodies south 

Four Poems photo
March 23, 2017 | Poetry

Four Poems

Russell Brakefield

Driving, we saw a shepherd swollen to the shoulder and I told her it was a deer. 

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