May 10, 2022 | Poetry
I Want To Thank You
Emily Yin
I WANT TO THANK YOU
for unbottling my aged Mandarin with each 晚安 / for cooking me these sardines / strewn on a
beach of rice, their eyes still intact / I want to thank you / for carrying that
May 9, 2022 | Fiction
We Were Once Combustible
Christine H. Chen
You roamed in like a chuckling bear into my house of beakers, graduated cylinders, round bottom flasks, you asked to borrow an Erlenmeyer, here you go, I said, thought you were just a clumsy animal, afraid you'd break something of mine, pushed you out of the lab and you came back bearing M&M's in a petri dish, half of them a mess of Blue No. 2
May 8, 2022 | fucked up modern love essays
Boy of Crows
Mila Rae Mancuso
I pledged to him two things: one, that I would hex the ones that hurt him, and two, that I would write him poetry.
from the archives: "When They Let Them Bleed" from Hobart 13
Tod Goldberg
When They Let Them Bleed: Ten Years After
It took me a long time to write “When They Let Them Bleed” – both in the practical sense, in that I recall writing it in very short bursts because it was
Remembrance
Emma Foley
They whispered wow wow wow wow in wind that might've just toppled them over; they whooped; they swapped interlocked arms for tightly-squeezed hands and back again.
Gender Roles in Narrative: Shannon McLeod and Elizabeth Ellen talk Ottessa Moshfegh, Mary Gaitskill & Shannon’s novella, Whimsy
Elizabeth Ellen
Whimsy is not as prominently scarred as she imagines herself to be, but this obsession with her face leads her to sabotage her relationships because her insecurity is so destructive.
Intergalactic travel departing from berlin
Berglind Thrastardottir
i felt you were floating now with them, in a bubble in space, the bubble has a name, ecstasy, keta, speed, coke, that’s the name of the bubble.
But Then Comes April
Daniel Joseph
For the better part of every year I try like heck to be a better person. Nicer. More caring. This year I’ve taken up breathing. I breathe in and I breathe out each day. Last year I learned to put less
Unwritten Rules
Joe Bohlinger
Rome was good. Sat ninety in the summers. Leaned on his off speed when the weather got cold. Postseason, most of the district had seen him by then, we took advantage of teams whose scouts said he was
Best Ever Battery
Anna Reser
I played left field for the Tularosa Middle School Tarantulas girl’s team. I was long and brittle, like a cactus spine. Or a splinter. And I was afraid of the baseball. I batted .083 that summer and
Spring Training
j. taylor bell
i'm in love with the thousand yard stare
deeply towards the worn fold
of the catcher's glove
A House of Water
Kelly Wei
Autumn was the season of fire. Boys and houses burned pure white holes into the night, and I self-immolated in every room but the little one I shared with you.
Ode to the Mariners
Allie Levy
The bartender, we start sleeping together because he likes that I know all about the tragedy of his Seattle Mariners.
One night I wait for him to get off work with two double vodka sodas at the
Baseball: A Numbers Game
Bruce Harris
In 1964, I was a college freshman. Someone, I don’t pretend to know who, researched offensive statistics for all Little Leaguers in the New York, New Jersey, and Connecticut area. The unknown
Myth of Extra Innings
Tim Neil
I pause from scraping frost
off the car, and watch my gray
emissions wisp away
into the chill. I miss strict
seasons, and knowing
what to wear. Last week, it was 72.
When will summer
Balk/Change Up/Intentional Walk/Rehab Assignment/The Off Day
John Walser
Just that instant
when thinking becomes
too much
In the Books
Travis Price
Two things are clear to Ava: It’s time to end things with Nico, and Thad Worley might not make it out of the first inning.
He’s next to her in the left field bleachers chewing on a hang nail and
The Sitcom Actor (Who Really, Really Cares)
Sophia Jennings
Almost every day, the sitcom actor goes on Instagram to tell his five million followers what he knows about race, class, and - more often than not, women.
Nostalgia Sells
Chris Pellizzari
Drive-in movie theater, Merrillville, Indiana, 1989
Field of Dreams on a screen bigger than every building in Merrillville,
my brother and I eating chocolate sundaes from mini Dairy Queen
Posing Naked and the Art of Separation
Elena Lee Anderson
1. There is a protective radius of ten feet on all sides of me.
2. I only know the name of one person in this room.
3. My body hair was groomed solely for this moment.
Writer School Gremlin Gets Homesick
Marne Litfin
When I'm in Philly, I miss my desk... But when I'm in Ann Arbor, I miss our bed.