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April 29, 2017 | 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. 

April 28, 2017 | 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. 

April 26, 2017 | Poetry

Batter's Box Picture

Josh Kalscheur

Me at my most beautiful. Me locked in. Me sacrifice stance.

April 21, 2017 | 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.

April 20, 2017 | Poetry

Three Poems

David Byron Queen

How fucking weird is the knuckle ball?

April 19, 2017 | 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 during the Padres/Braves brawl
Angel Mike Witt threw a perfect game against the

April 18, 2017 | 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.”

April 17, 2017 | 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.

April 13, 2017 | Poetry

Baseball is a Reason

Thomas Locicero

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

April 6, 2017 | 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 committed an error on a routine toss to the pitcher at first. It was

April 5, 2017 | 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.

March 22, 2017 | Poetry

Two Poems

Rosebud Ben-Oni

Signals

When dead whales wash up on your shores,
it's not your insult to heaven, nor your fifteen-

        foot song carried

                       by high tide into flushing

March 20, 2017 | Poetry

Two poems

Emily Pinkerton

That night in April. / That other night in April. 

March 17, 2017 | Poetry

Three Poems

Brandi Kalicki

soliciting chimps / in the shit cage

March 14, 2017 | Poetry

Dear Editor: poems

Wheeler Light

Dear Editor,         or         Owl

Attached are poems in which I spin my head three hundred sixty degrees attempting to stare at myself. Attached are poems in which I attempt to eat myself

March 9, 2017 | Poetry

Three Poems

Patrick Kindig

& spread / my arms out / like a giant squid

March 6, 2017 | Poetry

Three Poems

Erika Jo Brown

I want to be a zygote again. / I want to be a dumb plant.

February 27, 2017 | Poetry

Take That, Linnaeus

Candice Kelsey

When clearly it could be a mommy or even a child for that matter.

February 22, 2017 | Poetry

Hallway

Sarah Fuss Kessler

My god, I remember how badly I wanted her to see.

February 15, 2017 | Poetry

Four Poems

Laura Jean Moore

How To Be an Acclaimed Poet in America

February 10, 2017 | Poetry

Two Poems

Taneum Bambrick

I never saw them but I knew people shot our outhouses.

February 1, 2017 | Poetry

Once, on a full moon, I started sobbing

E Yeon Chang

I have watched too much reality TV about Kimye and teen mothers. This is why I cannot explain April like a normal person.

January 30, 2017 | Poetry

Today

Isaac Pickell

you wore a shirt with balloons on it, drank whiskey, stood in front of a mirror, had violent ideation

January 27, 2017 | Poetry

Two Poems

Anika Prakash

She says she had a dream about bodies packed together, blue & bruised & left to bleed. 

January 24, 2017 | Poetry

Two Poems

Alison Stine

if I could re-wire myself I would
start again a blank heart with no pictures

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