May 7, 2021 | Nonfiction
Of Flakes, Dogcakes, and Dinosaurs
Julie Benesh
Flakes
In the 1970s, every grocery in my Midwestern town sells tall quarts of buttermilk. My mom uses it for pancakes, and I also drink it with salt and pepper. Once I serve it to myself so salty
May 6, 2021 | Fiction
Wanting Nothing
Felicia Rosemary Urso
In the morning, we don’t move. I’m satisfied. I’m easy to love. I’m not freezing and still drunk.
May 6, 2021 | Poetry
Synonyms for Love
Richelle Sushil
Darling, stop being stupid,
she says with all the tenderness she can muster,
which is not a lot, when I bring up my ex.
At the dining table, in the gaudy rust of sunset,
she alternates between
Blue Note
Priscilla Long
Many languages did not and some still do not include the color word blue. Color words tend to enter languages in the order of black and white (or dark and light), and next red, and next green and yellow, colors that often share one and only one word, and finally blue.
Seven Ghosts
David Mohan
Throughout our first year in that house you woke feeling this ghost’s breath on your face, and at night, sometimes, you’d jump up frantic, swearing you’d felt its grave-clasp on your ankle or arm.
The Wizard of Me
Joanna Franklin Bell
Lions and tigers and bears, oh my—when the three of us were together I wondered if I should be the tiger. But I did not feel tigerish by any metaphor. I was not sleek.
He tells me Bob Ross was in the war in Vietnam
Danielle Chelosky
The night before Easter he ties his belt around my neck and gives it to me to hold.
Bonding at Home Base
Sally Simon
Come late spring, my dad turned into a man I didn’t recognize. Normally a quiet man who spent his free hours taking a nap on the couch, he morphed into a talkative baseball fanatic. The Philadelphia
The Hot Dogs of Physics
Claire Gallagher
We were allowed to be alone in the stadium, an object which is infinite. Prove it.
I can’t remember if we took the bus. More likely your dad dropped us in traffic and the civic door thunked on our
National Pastime
Brett Biebel
Somewhere in the archives of Baseball America, there’s a story by an Italian journalist named Giovanna de la something or other, and she attempts to verify, through old box scores and personal
The Field
Maureen Mancini Amaturo
Just ahead is the familiar field, a diamond with rounded corners. I walk up with head down, anticipating that time will drag its feet while I sit and wish I could be attending to other things. But
Only in a Dystopia Could The Bachelor Exist: Matt James Edition
Victor Glass
He was black, handsome, and nonthreatening, so white people loved him.
We Are Not Ourselves: Elizabeth Ellen Interviews Noah Cicero
Elizabeth Ellen
I think I give non-important people dignity. I still believe there is magic in this world.
The New Opening Day
John Paul Carillo
The paper said my team (Sand Gnats) had a chance this year (second season with the new name), so I opened the fridge, opened a beer, sat down, and turned the TV on to watch the first game of the
A Favor for The Dude
Mike Andrelczyk
My brother and I were standing outside of the 30th street station in Philadelphia.
I forget how old we were but we were old enough that our mom let us take the train alone from Lancaster to
I want to give Glenn Burke a high five
Lauren Lopez
I want to give Glenn Burke a high five / I want to give Glenn Burke a high five for seeing Dusty Baker’s raised hand and just hitting it / I want to give Glenn Burke a high five for coming out in 1978
A Poem That Takes Place on September 26th
Hattie Jean Hayes
My legs on yours, in the stadium lights,
I have only just learned your name.
You point, across the outfield,
at the worst fight we will ever have.
I can barely make it out in the crowd
of
You’re Always In Such A Hurry
Jenna Putnam
The boys are back together and everyone's in town except it's desolate and nobody gives a damn
An Inning at Camden Yards
Peter Tyree Morrison Colwell
It took me all morning to build the fence. I used old lawn chairs, cardboard boxes, and rusty sign posts from the dumpster behind 7-Eleven. I meant for it to look like Camden Yards. The right field
Writing Is Just Shitting
Julie Chen
you have probably peed with everyone you’ve ever loved, including the woman you do right now
Making Weight (pt. 5)
Denny Connolly
Previously on...
Part 4 || Part 3 || Part 2 || Part 1
Dispatches from the Treehouse: The Cutout Year
Joseph Horton
Last year, Tim and I bought cardboard cutouts of ourselves ($129 each, apparently for charity) that watched every Athletics game in the stadium that we could not.
Lessons in Manhood
Minna Dubin
My husband Paul and I are drinking beers and eating hot dogs at the baseball stadium in San Francisco. It’s even a little boring, and I have my back to the field for a while so can I face my friends
B & W TV
Susan Parker
In 1949 we had viewed television for three years on a 12” screen. It inhabited a large wooden box with doors that pulled out and covered the picture tube when not in use. For the most part in those
Husky Park
T.J. Larkey
Bishop and I were smoking a joint on the pitcher’s mound. We drew dicks with our fingers next our school’s logo. It was mid-March, around midnight. I stopped drawing dicks and looked up at the empty