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May 2, 2021 | fucked up modern love essays

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.

He tells me Bob Ross was in the war in Vietnam photo
Bonding at Home Base photo

April 30, 2021 | Nonfiction

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 photo

April 29, 2021 | Poetry

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 photo

April 27, 2021 | Fiction

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