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The Buddy System
Jon Morgan Davies
The afternoon David was fired for stealing company office supplies and reselling them in an office superstore parking lot, the four verificationists took lunch ninety minutes late to see the
She'd Taught Us How
Jesse Eagle
We the children were out there in the alley again, digging holes in the asphalt with our shovels, digging holes in the dark and wind and snow, but no matter how hard we dug our sister wasn’t
A Visit to the Dock
Bruce Harris
Most baseball fans remember the late Pittsburgh Pirates pitcher Dock Ellis for his June 12, 1970 no-hitter against the San Diego Padres in San Diego. Dock struck out 6, walked 8, and hit one
Ken Burns' Little League
Dan Moreau
Episode 1
Humble Beginnings
The first official Little League was played in 1882 on a balmy summer afternoon in Springfield, MA. It was a perfect day for a ball game, the grass freshly
Only Catchers Get Credit For Their Unflinchingness
Ronald Metellus
The Catcher showed his pointer finger, the signal for a fastball. Two fingers issued a polite suggestion for a curveball. If the Pitcher included a change-up in his arsenal, and he really should,
Baseball is Poetry
Sam Ramos
Mike Hampton - P
When I wore my Astros hat and jersey to see them play the Cubs at Wrigley Field, someone threw a tampon at me, still in its wrapper. I didn’t see who threw it.
Tony
Craig Griffey
Mark Baumer
Craig Griffey ate snowflakes because he thought it would make him better at baseball.
When Craig Griffey was six he almost retired from baseball to pursue a career in motorcycles, but his
Out In The World
Curtis Dawkins
Renteria almost hits one out in the bottom of the ninth of a 3-3 game against Cleveland. It’s been a nightmare season of almosts for Detroit. Still, I watch them every single night. Inge pops up to
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One-Act Plays About Blonde-Haired Ponies
Rachel Yoder
I’ll be the blonde-haired pony and you be the three-toed sloth on LSD. You be “altered.” You be “tripping balls.” You sit there, slowly drawing booger-like animals on a pad of paper with your three
Her Knuckles Little Eggs
Molly Prentiss
The chemistry started in biology class. It was first period, and Roo had just gotten her first period. She could smell herself. Or she smelled something. It might have been the science room. Weird
The Second Person
Ted McLoof
You are a good-looking man. You know this because people tell you all the time, sometimes out of nowhere. You assume that people don’t get told that all the time unless it is deserved. You have
Easter at Uncle Nikolai's
Matthew Purdy
After the divorce, my uncle Nicolai became an amateur taxidermist. His first attempts were on roadkill, then the mice he took from the traps he set in the kitchen. He sent us pictures. My
Darwin and the Heart Lobotomy
Carmela Starace
This is the story about how I lost my husband.
Jamie had been in the hospital getting blood work and pre-op type treatment since finally,finally, he’d made it to the top of the
A Good and Hopeful Man Leading His People Forward
Alan Stewart Carl
The Mayor, after several days of grieving, emerged from his hacienda at the hour that was once called lunch. He passed his guards, then slowly—laboriously—carried his voluminous frame through the streets, stopping at the square's one remaining café and ordering a well-cooked steak. The sun glared down from the cloudless sky and illuminated the Mayor, capturing him in full as he spread himself across a stool and held his knife and fork in a rehearsed display of indefatigable hope. There was still meat, he wanted the people to see. There was still a mayor. There was still a town, present and alive in that square.
Aristocrats
Rebecca Leece
I arrive at the party and there are about four people there—wait, there are ten more in the back room. Now there are six more at the door! The radiators are hissing out champagne. Everyone is
A Wild Pack of Family Dogs
Amity R. Bitzel
It is Sunday when the dogs come. The church bells ring and ring and my mother says to my sister like she does every week “wake up wake up we’re going to be late for church” and this is a joke,
Guinea Pig
Julie Brown
I know a lot about the way a body grows in bed. I know a lot about sleep, which takes place inside the bed. I know about the dreams that swim around and the sweat that slips out. I like to watch
Recent Books
Pregaming Grief
Danielle Chelosky
Love is like a museum. You have to look around, experience things, and then leave.
Backwardness
Garielle Lutz
Garielle's longest, most peculiar, most particularized book. A sure-to-be collector's item. Delivery 4-6 weeks!
Legs Get Led Astray
Chloe Caldwell
“Legs Get Led Astray is a scorching hot glitter box full of youthful despair and dark delight.”
—Cheryl Strayed, author of WILD