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June 7, 2017 | Poetry

Secondhand Smoke

Martin Ott

The man who bought Hitler’s bed did not have nightmares as a child. 

June 5, 2017 | Poetry

Four Haiku

Maggie Hess

You were the hands

June 1, 2017 | Poetry

Believeland

Jason Koo

Woke up alone today in my own bed
after a solid sleep for the first time

in over three weeks, feeling strange there,
almost rested, but not quite, how big

my bed was around me, how new

May 31, 2017 | Poetry

Four Poems

Lisa Low

I carve horses out of watermelon. I swallow / fish eyes like gum drops. I pray under / neon chandeliers, string chrysanthemum / in my hair. 

May 30, 2017 | Poetry

Three Poems

Ruby Brunton

i think i was an onion in a former life / i think you chopped me / lord how high were we last night

May 26, 2017 | Poetry

Two Poems

John Bonanni

Remember the word “party line”? It meant that everyone in your town who wanted to could hear exactly what you were saying. How fucked up is that? Wasn’t that great?

May 24, 2017 | Poetry

Four Poems

Caitlin Scarano

Remember when every stray dog was a love story and the snow that night cleared the crust that had gummed my eyes shut? No, me neither, but fuck it. Let’s get lit one last time. 

May 17, 2017 | Poetry

On those Wednesdays

Katy Kim

 I wish I had that glorified high school / experience— where some boys / are chugging expired strawberry liqueur / and everyone, I mean everyone, / is sprawling on the grasscarpet

May 15, 2017 | Poetry

Three Poems

Leslie Marie Aguilar

When I exhaust all other forms of exploration, / this landscape will deny me at the border; / & I will turn my gaze toward a darkening / sky filled with stars I no longer recognize.

May 11, 2017 | Poetry

from HOW TO WRITE A LOVE POEM IN A TIME OF WAR  

Kristy Bowen

Sometimes I say novels ruined me in the way they ruin all young bookish girls, slowly and tenderly rotting out the light and making room for the sweet dark.

May 5, 2017 | Poetry

Five Poems

Bud Smith

Remember, there’s a light emitting from you and it's not just your cellphone. / The Internet is a scorched wasteland. / But you've walked through worse places / on your way to work.

April 29, 2017 | Poetry

WHEN ONE MORNING I WOKE UP MISSING JOEY CARUSO, THE BEST SECONDBASEMAN I EVER PLAYED WITH. I COULDN’T SHAKE IT OFF, THIS MISSING. SO I WROTE THIS POEM

Devin Kelly

It means nothing now but it meant enough then, enough to change a life, to alter the smooth rhythmic turning of the world. 

April 28, 2017 | Poetry

Carl Mays Kills Ray Chapman

Andrew Butler

He doesn’t have any friends and doesn’t want any.

That’s the only way Mays can pitch, 

 

because he doesn’t play the game 

of fraternity formed on summer ballfields. 

April 26, 2017 | Poetry

Batter's Box Picture

Josh Kalscheur

Me at my most beautiful. Me locked in. Me sacrifice stance.

April 21, 2017 | Poetry

Off The Diamond

Zebulon Huset

He could say from experience

that Babe Ruth was an asshole,

but he never said it on the field.

April 20, 2017 | Poetry

Three Poems

David Byron Queen

How fucking weird is the knuckle ball?

April 19, 2017 | Poetry

Nineteen Eighty-Four: After Charles Simic

Kyle Bilinski

That was the year Dave Kingman’s pop fly never came down at the Metrodome
Nineteen players were ejected during the Padres/Braves brawl
Angel Mike Witt threw a perfect game against the

April 18, 2017 | Poetry

Baseball Game in a Small Southern Town

M. A. Istvan Jr.

Before the nasty glances, which I sense to be for me, I shake my downcast head, grin in disappointment, and mutter “Damn.”

April 17, 2017 | Poetry

Another evening down at the ballpark

Scott Ray

While waiting in my car outside your house I counted thirteen wrinkled ticket stubs I’d tucked inside the glovebox after games
to serve as some reminder of the season so far.

April 13, 2017 | Poetry

Baseball is a Reason

Thomas Locicero

Baseball is, if nothing else, a reason, and so it is everything:

April 6, 2017 | Poetry

Randy Bass

Brian Robert Flynn

I’m thankful for the throwaways. Like the time the Bears lost in extra innings. Randy Bass, pre-Hanshin Tigers Randy Bass, had committed an error on a routine toss to the pitcher at first. It was

April 5, 2017 | Poetry

Two Poems Poorly Translated On Baseball During Wartime

Shane Kowalski

Then something funny happened / after months of imprisonment, / handled like/ animals, less than/ animals, / they started playing baseball.

March 22, 2017 | Poetry

Two Poems

Rosebud Ben-Oni

Signals

When dead whales wash up on your shores,
it's not your insult to heaven, nor your fifteen-

        foot song carried

                       by high tide into flushing

March 20, 2017 | Poetry

Two poems

Emily Pinkerton

That night in April. / That other night in April. 

March 17, 2017 | Poetry

Three Poems

Brandi Kalicki

soliciting chimps / in the shit cage

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! 

Dear Nico: the Diary of Elizabeth Ellen (Nov, 2018-Feb, 2020)

Elizabeth Ellen

"Is this the actual diary you wrote at the time? The diary reads a lot like a novel, with its motifs of the murderess, the acupuncturist, etc."   -Garielle Lutz, author of Worsted and The Complete Gary Lutz