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I Keep Bumping Into Candy Maldonado photo
April 16, 2018 | BASEBALL

I Keep Bumping Into Candy Maldonado

Jordan Moffatt

I saw Candy the next time I went out. And the time after that. And the time after that.

Balls and Strikes II: And the Word Was God photo
April 13, 2018 | BASEBALL

Balls and Strikes II: And the Word Was God

Richard Johnston

I suppose all sports officials are gods of a sort...

Alexis photo
April 12, 2018 | BASEBALL

Alexis

Alex Perez

After a loss, I’d seen him throw his gear in the garbage and denounce baseball altogether.

This is my brain on baseball photo
April 11, 2018 | BASEBALL, Nonfiction

This is my brain on baseball

Alice Lowe

Crack! The sound of impact, ball on bat...

Having a Catch with Dad Is Much Harder Than Field of Dreams Makes It Out to Be photo
April 10, 2018 | BASEBALL, Fiction

Having a Catch with Dad Is Much Harder Than Field of Dreams Makes It Out to Be

Patrick Walczy

In the original cut of the movie, Ray says, “You wanna have a catch?” But test audiences were disappointed with the complete lack of father-son acknowledgement.

So You'd Better Pay Attention photo
April 9, 2018 | BASEBALL

So You'd Better Pay Attention

Mitchell Nobis

Later I’ll tell him that in baseball you never know where the ball will go...

Balls and Strikes I: Not about Astronauts photo
April 6, 2018 | BASEBALL

Balls and Strikes I: Not about Astronauts

Richard Johnston

My friends lived for bottle rockets and Boy Scout merit badges; I, however, lived for called third strikes.

Tourists photo
April 5, 2018 | BASEBALL

Tourists

Matthew Fiander

Ron's list of aggravations has only grown over time. My job was to just quietly field them.

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.

Two Poems photo
March 30, 2018 | Poetry

Two Poems

Lisa Favicchia

The Beaches Are Made of Fish Bone Here

and Candlewood Lake used to be a town, dragged away by Barnum... more

Two Poems  photo
March 29, 2018 | Poetry

Two Poems 

Sara Sutterlin

Feels impossible
like trying to slice
a tomato with the
Wrong Knife
like trying to heal
with the Wrong Love

-

I am the... more

Last Meal photo
March 28, 2018 | Fiction

Last Meal

Vicki Patschke

“It’s time to choose,” the prison warden gruffly informed the man on death row. 

Cleaning photo
March 27, 2018 | Fiction

Cleaning

Glen Pourciau

On my way to somewhere else, I happen to pass my ex-boyfriend Rob’s apartment, months since I’ve seen him, but he’s been showing up in my sleep recently, making me roll and grumble.

Soundtrack to Ugliness photo
March 27, 2018 | Jukebox Happy Hour

Soundtrack to Ugliness

Rani Neutill

Picture this: It’s 2004. I’m living in Berkeley, California. I swear I am a cool girl. I’m dating a rapper who has had some success. He’s got massive dreadlocks that differentiate him from everyone.

Two Poems photo
March 26, 2018 | Poetry

Two Poems

Angelo Maneage

Catch fire overtaking

I GOT NOTHING      I HAVE / NOTHING     I HAVE

CHLAMYDIA I GOT... more

Three Poems photo
March 23, 2018 | Poetry

Three Poems

Jason Phoebe Rusch

Ritual for a Lover

Monitor your calorie intake,
shear off your spare tire,
huff over the... more

This is Saturday photo
March 22, 2018 | Fiction

This is Saturday

Leonora Desar

That’s what your parents say when they come in with their Santa suits. But it’s not Saturday. It’s Tuesday. It’s time to go to school.

John McNally Interview photo
March 21, 2018 | Interview

John McNally Interview

Bryan Furuness

If I could purchase a lifetime subscription to a living author’s work, I’d subscribe to John McNally. His fiction is engaging... more

Summer photo
March 20, 2018 | Fiction

Summer

Jenny Wu

I’ve been shipped off to spend the summer with my uncle in Beijing. There is my face in the computer’s reflective meniscus, watching his stocks.

Two Poems photo
March 19, 2018 | Poetry

Two Poems

Alain Ginsberg

so of course let it greet you fully in the face of your body
and tackle that which sent it into the dust
and rejoice that a body can chill and still chill back.

Lucky Numbers photo
March 16, 2018 | Fiction

Lucky Numbers

Cavin Bryce

At the age of sixteen I worked a job digging holes. Sometimes it was ditches, other times it was retention ponds.The work was as hard as... more

Portrait Hall Palimpsest: Storied Houses photo
March 16, 2018 | Nonfiction

Portrait Hall Palimpsest: Storied Houses

Kierstin Bridger

Canvas after canvas I see my life in scenes the artist cannot know.

No-Bull Bourbon: Knob Creek photo
March 15, 2018 | No Bull Bourbon Reviews

No-Bull Bourbon: Knob Creek

Christopher Newgent

I lost track of Ben while I was married. Seven years. I hadn’t seen Ben in 7 years. Ben refers to those years as my... more

Three poems photo
March 15, 2018 | Poetry

Three poems

Erik Kennedy

I fear being buried alive, but I insist on being buried when I'm dead.

Maggie and Her Gusto photo
March 14, 2018 | Fiction

Maggie and Her Gusto

Oliver Zarandi

We agreed to meet in a bar known as the ‘anus of the city.’ It had terrible lighting which obscured its ugly regulars. The regulars had heads like onions with names like Fred, Harry, Deborah, Henrietta. Years of drinking had withered their necks to the size of cocktail sticks and I didn’t pity them because I liked hating them.

on obsession, cigarettes, Chanel bar soap, C. E. Morgan and winter precipitation: an interview with Leesa Cross-Smith photo
March 13, 2018 | Interview

on obsession, cigarettes, Chanel bar soap, C. E. Morgan and winter precipitation: an interview with Leesa Cross-Smith

Elizabeth Ellen

Kentucky is chill and for the most part, doesn't try to be something it's not. I feel that way abt myself tbh.

Self-guided tours photo
March 13, 2018 | Poetry

Self-guided tours

Lacey Rowland

Self-guided tour: Exhibit #9 from the National Museum of Broken Marriages

A medium says to channel the late wife through... more

All Women photo
March 12, 2018 | Fiction

All Women

Rachel Gray

She liked to take care of me and I let her. “Sorry about the bread,” she said, handing me a full plate. “It got soggy.”

We ate in the... more