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I want to give Glenn Burke a high five photo
April 19, 2021 | BASEBALL, Poetry

I want to give Glenn Burke a high five

Lauren Lopez

I want to give Glenn Burke a high five / I want to give Glenn Burke a high five for seeing Dusty Baker’s raised hand and just hitting it / I want to give Glenn Burke a high five for coming out in 1978

A Poem That Takes Place on September 26th photo
April 19, 2021 | BASEBALL, Poetry

A Poem That Takes Place on September 26th

Hattie Jean Hayes

My legs on yours, in the stadium lights,
I have only just learned your name.
You point, across the outfield,
at the worst fight we will ever have.

I can barely make it out in the crowd
of

Choking Up photo
April 16, 2021 | BASEBALL, Comics

Choking Up

Brian Kelley

Shift photo
April 15, 2021 | BASEBALL, Poetry

Shift

Sandra Marchetti

It was the first walk I’ve taken
through the neighborhood
so late in summer without
listening to a ballgame.

Those voices from Toronto,
Cincinnati, L.A.—the waves
of crowd noise

An Inning at Camden Yards photo
April 14, 2021 | BASEBALL, Fiction

An Inning at Camden Yards

Peter Tyree Morrison Colwell

It took me all morning to build the fence.  I used old lawn chairs, cardboard boxes, and rusty sign posts from the dumpster behind 7-Eleven.  I meant for it to look like Camden Yards.  The right field

Afterparty photo
April 13, 2021 | BASEBALL, Fiction

Afterparty

Maura Monaghan

Across the basement, your best friend pitches graduation balloons like they’re weightless baseballs. You swing with a curtain rod that had fallen behind the couch (your mom will ask about that

Stickball photo
April 12, 2021 | BASEBALL, Fiction

Stickball

Nicholas DelloRusso

Mike and Nick and Tom are already playing stickball in the back lot when Dad drops you off at P.S. 236. On one brick wall they’ve chalked a strike zone, on the floor is a powder-blue pitcher’s mound

Dispatches from the Treehouse: The Cutout Year  photo
April 9, 2021 | Dispatches from the Treehouse, BASEBALL

Dispatches from the Treehouse: The Cutout Year 

Joseph Horton

Last year, Tim and I bought cardboard cutouts of ourselves ($129 each, apparently for charity) that watched every Athletics game in the stadium that we could not.

Dispatches from the Treehouse: The Cutout Year  photo
April 9, 2021 | Dispatches from the Treehouse, BASEBALL

Dispatches from the Treehouse: The Cutout Year 

Joseph Horton

Last year, Tim and I bought cardboard cutouts of ourselves ($129 each, apparently for charity) that watched every Athletics game in the stadium that we could not.

Lessons in Manhood photo
April 9, 2021 | BASEBALL, Nonfiction

Lessons in Manhood

Minna Dubin

My husband Paul and I are drinking beers and eating hot dogs at the baseball stadium in San Francisco. It’s even a little boring, and I have my back to the field for a while so can I face my friends

B & W TV photo
April 8, 2021 | BASEBALL, Nonfiction

B & W TV

Susan Parker

In 1949 we had viewed television for three years on a 12” screen. It inhabited a large wooden box with doors that pulled out and covered the picture tube when not in use. For the most part in those

Take Me Out But Bring Me Back, Too by Rachel Mans McKenny photo
April 7, 2021 | BASEBALL, Nonfiction

Take Me Out But Bring Me Back, Too by Rachel Mans McKenny

Rachel Mans McKenny

We were on vacation in Kansas City. Knowing I had never been to a major league game, my in-laws got my husband and me tickets to the Royals while they agreed to stay back at the hotel room with our

Husky Park photo
April 6, 2021 | BASEBALL, Fiction

Husky Park

T.J. Larkey

Bishop and I were smoking a joint on the pitcher’s mound. We drew dicks with our fingers next our school’s logo. It was mid-March, around midnight. I stopped drawing dicks and looked up at the empty

The last time I saw Aunt Priscilla photo
April 5, 2021 | BASEBALL, Poetry

The last time I saw Aunt Priscilla

Ellen Stone

She was cursing at her TV. A Red Sox game was on. She was yelling at David Price, newly acquired from the Detroit Tigers. Price was behind in the count. I wanted to tell her that David Price was a

The Widow on Opening Day photo
April 2, 2021 | BASEBALL, Poetry

The Widow on Opening Day

Brendan J. O'Brien

From the couch corner where 
his ass has crafted a killer dent
for the better part of a week,
my father begins shouting insane cuss words
at no one in particular – 
titty fucker bang bang, cunty

3 Poems photo
April 1, 2021 | BASEBALL, Poetry

3 Poems

Devin Kelly

TOOLS OF IGNORANCE

“[the term] tools of ignorance...was meant to be ironic, contrasting the intelligence needed by a catcher to handle the duties of the position with the foolishness needed to play

Rapp’s Field photo
April 30, 2020 | BASEBALL, Fiction

Rapp’s Field

Ed Ruzicka

We played in our cousin’s backyard. It was always pitcher’s hand out, right field out. If you did dish it right over the barbed wire into burdock, Queen Anne's lace, thistle, milkweed, you had to

Shadow Ball Haibun photo
April 29, 2020 | BASEBALL, Poetry

Shadow Ball Haibun

Russell Brakefield

The boys laced under cover of dark and ran the bases, or rather, ran to where the bases had once been. They floated over scars on the infield, phones glowing like shadow balls at the corners.

Sign Stealing photo
April 28, 2020 | BASEBALL, Poetry

Sign Stealing

Daniel Romo

I will marry my fiancée in a few months
and that is a pitch I never saw coming

Invisible Men photo
April 27, 2020 | BASEBALL, Fiction

Invisible Men

Thomas Reed Willemain

Three boys took their positions on the makeshift field. The flagstone wall edging the upper lawn was the outfield fence. One foul line was the street, the other the edge of the woods. Joey pitched.

Ritual photo
April 25, 2020 | BASEBALL, Nonfiction

Ritual

Emily Costa

This is our second time playing but he’s still constantly clarifying, correcting. The game, this one or the real one, has strict rules. You can’t fuck it up. You need to understand every instruction, every play, need to speak the language, know the abbreviations.

They Call It Relief Pitching photo
April 24, 2020 | BASEBALL, Fiction

They Call It Relief Pitching

Ben Cosman

They sent me out here to get the final two outs of the eighth inning, to be the set-up man for The Closer, to set up his rightful dominion The Save, but now instead of setting up The Save I am going to blow The Save before The Closer even gets his shot at The Save.

My Brother’s Catcher photo
April 23, 2020 | BASEBALL, Fiction

My Brother’s Catcher

Scott Ray

As the blows against each other’s ribs and the glancing strikes on their now helmetless heads escalated, I moved to get out of the dugout and pull them apart, but their father, Coach Christen, blocked the exit with a Louisville Slugger

New Student Worker at the Library photo
April 22, 2020 | BASEBALL, Fiction

New Student Worker at the Library

Benjamin Niespodziany

He visited the library later that night still in his baseball gear, his eye black dancing with tears.  I'm sorry, I said, but three strikes is three strikes. His batting glove let me know he understood.

2 Poems photo
April 21, 2020 | BASEBALL, Poetry

2 Poems

Frank Possemato

Watching the game
from the dug out
the coach paces distracted by nothing

Recent Books

Nudes

Elle Nash

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Worsted

Garielle Lutz

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Her Lesser Work

Elizabeth Ellen

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