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Delayed Season: Nine Metropolitan Landscapes
Gilad Jaffe
The veteran second baseman
is fiddling with his glasses in the twilight: The calculated
third baseman is scanning over the crowd for his family...
Baseball Dads All the Way Down
Jim Redmond
It felt like a belly flop
crammed into a calcified bounce house
THIS WEEK IN BASEBALL: CHATTER
Mike Andrelczyk
Eighty-five percent of the Earth’s surface is tarp
I Don’t Like Baseball, Just the Red Sox
Abbie Kiefer
In Maine his whole life except the year there wasn’t work.
Dear Amma / Mai / Ma / Aayi / the tune of my breath in anguish
Meher Manda
Even if it is addressed to you, this is a letter for me. If it were truly a letter for you, it would be written in sound, in the words that lilt on your tongue, rise a tempest in your rage,
Elegy for Bubblegum
Zakiya Cowan
My father inhales smoke from a lone Marlboro,
shadowed against a sun colored like dead autumn leaves.
He gently cradles the barrel of tobacco between his pointer
&
Five Poems
Chen Chen
A Queer Translates Rilke
I long to know his self-described “epic head”
with my eyes closed. But for now, his torso
radiates from my screen like a delirious
lighthouse, like it is recharging my
pete wentz came to me in a dream and told me to title this poem like a mid 00s fall out boy song
Rory Green
i trapped pete wentz
in a pastoral landscape
Hoop Dreams
Josh Lefkowitz
Every car passing by might house a backseat scout
Brent’s Deli
Jeremy Radin
Were this place to close, or burn, or fall, in an earthquake, down.
Were it to flood or be bulldozed to make way for the gray &
unmusical slab of an apartment building. Were it to be
HOLD ME OVER THIS BOILING CAULDRON BUT PLEASE DON’T DROP ME IN
Kimberly Ann Southwick
I dreamed my brother gave his dog to a friend in New York
who could better care for him. we walked into the woods
behind the wintered swim club where the swan babies
held their bonfires. I was
THREE POEMS
Savannah DiGregorio
swang
at night i sleep next to you, your skin balmy course. like grinded down sweetgum made smooth in the sweat of the mississippi delta summer. you tear and bend at my will. your spine disjoints
three poems
Abigail Stallings
EMOTION CASINO
welcome to your life
your face changes as you watch
outside the frame
among the distractions
you are right now
a body prone to emotion
Google Maps
attraction
you never
Textual joy
Stevie Belchak
I render a coin
for something
I forgot
the sky
scratching itself
into decency
when I
wake up
always rattling
around
in my skin
a new aesthetic
I
sorry for taking
Patrycja Humienik
so long to call back
the first time the phone
rang i was beneath a
bridge when you rang
again the roar of cars and
cargo overhead made it too
loud to hear you sense of
sea partially
Recent Books
Pregaming Grief
Danielle Chelosky
Is this new relationship self-sabotage in disguise, or is it the cure?
Backwardness
Garielle Lutz
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