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Oh, To Be a Center Fielder, a Center Fielder - And Nothing More!
Keith Kopka
Come closer reader, please,
I didn’t mean to insult you.
I’ll let you punch me
right in my asking face.
The Infield Fly Rule
Alan Walowitz
The full moon may strike you
dumb and limp and lost
when bat readies to encounter ball
and you hit it high as the moon--
still the ump declares, You’re out!
before you’ve moved a step from home.
We Are in the Cellar
Katie Armstrong
There’s no TV or radio here, so it’s only later we hear that our guys lost big
at home on Blake Street
Why I Might Coach the Little League Team
Devin Kelly
I would go back now, though, live in the nervous fidget
before I said I like you & kissed her braces
with my upper lip & bled all over her teeth.
Listening to a Baseball Game on the Radio
Thomas O’Connell
There is something about listening
To a baseball game on the radio
Freeway Statistics
G. O. Clark
each pitch lost in the peripheral blink of an eye
Little Death in Five Parts
Juliana Converse
I’m hoarse and feverish. We sing in the streets, “Feelin’ good was good enough for me, hee hee,” but then the breakfast booth only has two seats.
Milk Poems
Emily Carney
I wear a velvet piece to the therapist’s office and she asks me to close my eyes. We agree to experience an illusion of me dancing...
Autocomplete
H.R. Webster
I can’t stop watching teenage boys eat shit at the skate park.
It gives me real pleasure.
My Old Friend Lou
Milton P. Ehrlich
Every time I walk to the library
I pass my old friend’s house
who doesn’t live there,
or anywhere anymore.
The Butcher
Teresa Plana
Once a year I decide
I don't love you. It's
today. Watch me
not make you breakfast.
The child is only
this flesh I grew
and you tore
out of me.
Now it stirs in the
Alpha Centauri, Taylor Rain
Vishal Narang
I've seen my friend Taylor sleeping
mouth open sometimes, one time with a boner
Whenever I've awoken him, he has
acknowledged my presence immediately
and put his hand in the
Deleted Vows
Vincent Scarpa
To love is to understand
the tsunami--
that it's just a thing the sea does
when it's been too long
missing the
No One Ever Said a Murder Ballad was Anything but Haunting
BJ Love
but that's all about to change. My murder ballads, well, they prefer to terrify. I want to talk more about titular heroes. About what it means to kiss a goose. I mean, kill a goose. I want to do
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Pregaming Grief
Danielle Chelosky
Is this new relationship self-sabotage in disguise, or is it the cure?
Backwardness
Garielle Lutz
Garielle's longest, most peculiar, most particularized book. A sure-to-be collector's item. Not be be missed!