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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


“[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


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

1988 photo
April 20, 2020 | BASEBALL, Fiction


Kimberly Bliss

The east side of Buffalo’s shuttered windshield wiper plants wilted in rust, and hardscrabble butch lesbians screamed towards first base under a surprisingly sunny day.  It’s supposed to be a softball

Batting Technique photo
April 19, 2020 | BASEBALL, Comics

Batting Technique

Marta Balcewicz

It soon became clear that he wasn't laughing at our tableau. Just at me. At my interpretation of a professional batter.

My First (and Last) Great Curve photo
April 18, 2020 | My First..., BASEBALL

My First (and Last) Great Curve

Samuel Ashworth

When I was nine my grandfather taped every episode of Ken Burns’s Baseball and mailed me the VHS tapes from Kansas City. I’d sit there in the basement where the TV was, pressing the Tracking button on

Delayed Season: Nine Metropolitan Landscapes photo
April 17, 2020 | BASEBALL, Poetry

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...

Brushback photo
April 16, 2020 | BASEBALL, Nonfiction


Christa Champion

Usually when my parents went off to lead one of these weekend retreats, they’d leave all four of us kids to stay at the same place, usually with another retreat family, sometimes even people we already knew.

Baseball Dads All the Way Down photo
April 15, 2020 | BASEBALL, Poetry

Baseball Dads All the Way Down

Jim Redmond

It felt like a belly flop
crammed into a calcified bounce house

Jubilation photo
April 14, 2020 | BASEBALL, Nonfiction


A. Smith

At the end of the 90s, the MLB’s closest analogue was the WWF.

Walk-Off photo
April 13, 2020 | BASEBALL, Nonfiction


A. J. Bermudez

The helmet is slightly too big, and the interior foam padding is the texture of damp dough, thanks to Paula’s fat, sweaty head.

T206 photo
April 11, 2020 | My First..., BASEBALL


T.J. Larkey

At first I thought he meant food, but he never asked what I wanted.

April 10, 2020 | BASEBALL, Poetry


Mike Andrelczyk

Eighty-five percent of the Earth’s surface is tarp

2 Poems photo
April 9, 2020 | BASEBALL, Poetry

2 Poems

Sean Lynch

I never mentioned to the skipper
how my mother died

I Don’t Like Baseball, Just the Red Sox photo
April 8, 2020 | BASEBALL, Poetry

I Don’t Like Baseball, Just the Red Sox

Abbie Kiefer

In Maine his whole life except the year there wasn’t work.

The Steadying Hand photo
April 8, 2020 | BASEBALL, Fiction

The Steadying Hand

Holly M. Wendt

The catcher will rest a hand—bare or double-weighted in leather—on the hunch of your shoulder. 

Recent Books

Exit, Carefully

Elizabeth Ellen

"I loved reading Exit, Carefully. It’s unusual, and in my opinion exciting, to publish a play without previously receiving a major production."

                      -Walker Caplan, Lithub


Garielle Lutz

“Lutz’s work is a marvel of the possibilities of language.  Each of her sentences is an intricately crafted thing, deeply complex yet crystalline in its clarity . . . her command of each and every word remains supreme.”     

  --Mira Braneck, The Paris Review Daily


Garielle Lutz is the author of The Complete Gary Lutz, among other books.

Her Lesser Work

Elizabeth Ellen

"[Her Lesser Work] is a collection of mordant and formally inventive stories circling themes of, let’s say, desire and escape within repressive structures."

      -Walker Caplan, Literary Hub