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April 29, 2022 | Fiction

But Then Comes April

Daniel Joseph

For the better part of every year I try like heck to be a better person. Nicer. More caring. This year I’ve taken up breathing. I breathe in and I breathe out each day. Last year I learned to put less

April 28, 2022 | Fiction

Unwritten Rules

Joe Bohlinger

Rome was good. Sat ninety in the summers. Leaned on his off speed when the weather got cold. Postseason, most of the district had seen him by then, we took advantage of teams whose scouts said he was

April 27, 2022 | Fiction

Best Ever Battery

Anna Reser

I played left field for the Tularosa Middle School Tarantulas girl’s team. I was long and brittle, like a cactus spine. Or a splinter. And I was afraid of the baseball. I batted .083 that summer and

April 26, 2022 | Fiction

Work

Michael Harper

I pick up Henry after work and we drive 65 miles to the first game of Colin’s fall AAU league. It costs enough, but college is looming and some short-term discomfort for the chance at a scholarship is

April 25, 2022 | Poetry

Spring Training

j. taylor bell

i'm in love with the thousand yard stare
deeply towards the worn fold
of the catcher's glove

April 24, 2022 | fucked up modern love essays

A House of Water

Kelly Wei

Autumn was the season of fire. Boys and houses burned pure white holes into the night, and I self-immolated in every room but the little one I shared with you.

April 22, 2022 |

Ode to the Mariners

Allie Levy

The bartender, we start sleeping together because he likes that I know all about the tragedy of his Seattle Mariners.

One night I wait for him to get off work with two double vodka sodas at the

April 21, 2022 | Nonfiction

Baseball: A Numbers Game

Bruce Harris

In 1964, I was a college freshman. Someone, I don’t pretend to know who, researched offensive statistics for all Little Leaguers in the New York, New Jersey, and Connecticut area. The unknown

April 20, 2022 | Fiction

Slap

Sarp Sozdinler

I was about to witness Kershaw’s first career no-hitter on TV when pieces of meat started to pour from the skies and slap the ground. Our house rattled as we rushed to the windows and watched the

April 19, 2022 | Poetry

Myth of Extra Innings

Tim Neil

I pause from scraping frost
off the car, and watch my gray
emissions wisp away

into the chill. I miss strict
seasons, and knowing
what to wear. Last week, it was 72.

When will summer

April 17, 2022 | fucked up modern love essays

What I'm Hiding In My Profile Picture

Treena Thibodeau

Know that on my Tinder profile, my pictures are all either full-body yoga pictures or heavily airbrushed selfies.

April 13, 2022 | Poetry

2 Poems

Mike Andrelczyk

A Hopeful Young Man on a Job Interview

I’m broke and eating chocolate ice cream out of a novelty helmet
I’m sweating because I’m wearing a sweater in the heat
to cover up the insane poison ivy on

April 12, 2022 | Poetry

Balk/Change Up/Intentional Walk/Rehab Assignment/The Off Day

John Walser

Just that instant
when thinking becomes
too much

April 11, 2022 | Fiction

In the Books

Travis Price

Two things are clear to Ava: It’s time to end things with Nico, and Thad Worley might not make it out of the first inning.

He’s next to her in the left field bleachers chewing on a hang nail and

April 10, 2022 | fucked up modern love essays

The Sitcom Actor (Who Really, Really Cares)

Sophia Jennings

Almost every day, the sitcom actor goes on Instagram to tell his five million followers what he knows about race, class, and - more often than not, women.

April 6, 2022 | Poetry

Nostalgia Sells

Chris Pellizzari

 

Drive-in movie theater, Merrillville, Indiana, 1989

Field of Dreams on a screen bigger than every building in Merrillville,  

my brother and I eating chocolate sundaes from mini Dairy Queen

April 5, 2022 | Fiction

The Bat

Emily Ziffer

The bat was a gift from her father. It was a souvenir bat, one-of-a-kind. “This bat,” said her father, “is more than just a bat. It is a special bat, a valuable bat. It is not to be used. It is not to

April 3, 2022 | Rejected Modern Love Essay

Posing Naked and the Art of Separation

Elena Lee Anderson

1. There is a protective radius of ten feet on all sides of me.
2. I only know the name of one person in this room.
3. My body hair was groomed solely for this moment.

 

 

April 2, 2022 |

Writer School Gremlin Gets Homesick

Marne Litfin

When I'm in Philly, I miss my desk... But when I'm in Ann Arbor, I miss our bed.

April 1, 2022 | Poetry

2 Poems

Devin Kelly

In Praise of Hands

I miss hands. I miss their flimsy, awkward quality –

the way one looks when offered while still searching

for a reason. I miss being young, lining up after the