Amy Kurzweil likes to kick rocks and pull down curtains. Metaphorically, of course – she’s a writer.
Through her precocious and delightfully distrustful narrators, she examines the constructs
As Randy Johnson awoke one morning from uneasy dreams, he found himself transformed in his bed into a mutant killing machine.
Ellis was truly surprised by
People spend their whole lives struggling to get what they think they want, and even if they get it, they find that it’s either not what they wanted, or it comes with so many unwanted
Enemy is the only title a film about relationships should have.
You Think You Can Stop Me??
You can’t stop me.
So they don’t let me bring my cooler no more, big deal. I’ll go to my truck. Cold beers in my truck, my personal space. Right there in the
Any hitter can read any catcher’s shadow. Adjust for time of day and source of light, adjust for pitcher arm slot, specialty, handedness. Adjust for sea level, wind, weight of air, smog or lack of
rich
in maybe middle school i started telling my teachers, on the first day of class, that i’d prefer to be called rich. my friends started calling me rich too, because i told them to. i think
In the bedroom, my girlfriend, every time she climaxes, shouts out: Bob Feller!
She is a big baseball fan.
Does it bother me that my girlfriend shouts out the name of Bob Feller in pleasure
You drink all the beers I bought
And push towards me an arm full of bottles
You say, “I want to be alone
With my dreams forever.”
I leave you to be with my dreams
They are all of you
I'm giving up cold turkey for lent.
* * *
The shuffling of their feet wakes you ask they sneak into your stable at night. These are the biker boys, the popular boys in
Two outs to go in the season, eight-nothing Huskies, it’s been a swinging party and nobody invited the Mats. Now Mould’s on the mound to close it out, he’s just been unhittable all year. A lot of
We need to leave room for bad days. But we also need to be brave enough to call people out. More understanding. Less fear. If I had a gospel, this is what I would preach—the gospel of tender rage. It’s not the same as punk rock, but it’s close.
François was working on a baseball campaign, the design and effects for it, two thirty second spots and a sixty, and fifteens cut down from the thirties. The director and his producer, on the couch
Visiting hours ran until eight o’clock that night. Matt sat by his father’s bed and thumbed through some text messages. If a nurse or attendant came in, he quickly slipped the phone into his
We're super excited to announce our next three Short Flight / Long Drive Books titles!!!
October 2014
Women
Chloe Caldwell
Women is a semi-autobiographical novella focusing
Frasier Crane never gets what he wants because Frasier Crane is a horrible person.
Amanda is in her first year of a new city, Chicago, binging on television on the internet, and suspects
AL EAST
1. Tampa Bay Rays
WHY: Erik Bedard, who was the Pirates’ Opening Day starter in 2012, was forced to fight for the fifth spot in the Rays’ rotation, which is a sign of a
Uncle Max picked me up for tryouts. I must have been fidgety. I changed the radio station a half dozen times before turning it off.
“The Beach Boys shouldn’t call themselves boys,” I said.
My Father as a Baseball Coach
His hands are golden, approaching leather.
He wears a mid-night blue windbreaker
because coaching baseball is a frozen verb.
Whenever my father runs his hand
We parked on Michigan Avenue like we always would, walking hand-in-hand through Corktown, the oldest neighborhood in Detroit. We bought peanuts in brown paper bags from vendors on the street. They
On these frigid afternoons between the Ides of March and Opening Day, when the final roster spots are being claimed, it’s still possible to envision that November parade down Broad St. The Phillies
Like every catch before or since, yours is a matter of geometry
and probability. To say this is to admit that I believe in miracles.
Pro-wrestling is this: the work of death and resurrection.
Why is Von Trier my man? He’s my man whose bruises I refuse to conceal. I have no debate or defense, he’s atop me. I must strangle myself in his defense.
[Dock] Ellis threw a no-hitter on June 12, 1970. He later stated that he accomplished the feat under the influence of LSD. - Wikipedia
Jerry flashes his fingers between his legs: one-two-three,
The twee hustle a brand of nostalgia excluding most. The characters involved are living out the party you missed through the entirety of your twenties. This longing accrues until you place yourself
used to bring my glove
no fan would be without one
allure of the foul
I used to believe
some men were superior
they wore hats and gloves
they had statistics
posters adorned
