April 24, 2018 |
Rally Cap
Eric Sentell
Then she cupped my face in her hands just like my father and said, “You’re missing it!”
April 23, 2018 |
Two Asterisks
Shane Kowalski
The year everyone was hitting home runs, Barry Bonds made lunch with his arms.
Balls and Strikes III: Transfiguration
Richard Johnston
The victim was the leadoff hitter for the Matsushima Baseball Ocean Temple Gods in the bottom of the first.
Talk Show Poems & other miscellany
Elizabeth Ellen
Letterman wore khakis and the camera angled up his crotch. I watched every night or set my VCR to record on the rare occasion I left my apartment.
Home Run Heroes
Bob May
His gravesite at Holy Cross Cemetery brought a lump to my throat.
Past Time
Miranda Forman
Because fifteen feet and a quarter-sized hunk of aluminum is nothing against the smell of oiled leather...
Reporting Near Calvary Church
Jay Lee Ellis
Just mid-February but a day like summer
I Keep Bumping Into Candy Maldonado
Jordan Moffatt
I saw Candy the next time I went out. And the time after that. And the time after that.
Balls and Strikes II: And the Word Was God
Richard Johnston
I suppose all sports officials are gods of a sort...
Alexis
Alex Perez
After a loss, I’d seen him throw his gear in the garbage and denounce baseball altogether.
This is my brain on baseball
Alice Lowe
Crack! The sound of impact, ball on bat...
Having a Catch with Dad Is Much Harder Than Field of Dreams Makes It Out to Be
Patrick Walczy
In the original cut of the movie, Ray says, “You wanna have a catch?” But test audiences were disappointed with the complete lack of father-son acknowledgement.
Balls and Strikes I: Not about Astronauts
Richard Johnston
My friends lived for bottle rockets and Boy Scout merit badges; I, however, lived for called third strikes.
Congratulate Me, Too
Josh Sippie
I couldn’t cut my hair (I’m no sheep) and I sure as hell couldn’t change my love of the Houston Astros.
Three Poems
Karen J. Weyant
I ended up in right field, ponytail eschew, cap falling to the bridge of my nose, shadowing my freckled cheeks.
Soundtrack to Ugliness
Rani Neutill
Picture this: It’s 2004. I’m living in Berkeley, California. I swear I am a cool girl. I’m dating a rapper who has had some success. He’s got massive dreadlocks that differentiate him from everyone.
This is Saturday
Leonora Desar
That’s what your parents say when they come in with their Santa suits. But it’s not Saturday. It’s Tuesday. It’s time to go to school.
John McNally Interview
Bryan Furuness
If I could purchase a lifetime subscription to a living author’s work, I’d subscribe to John McNally. His fiction is engaging and funny, his books on craft are illuminating, and his recent memoir—The
Portrait Hall Palimpsest: Storied Houses
Kierstin Bridger
Canvas after canvas I see my life in scenes the artist cannot know.
Lucky Numbers
Cavin Bryce
At the age of sixteen I worked a job digging holes. Sometimes it was ditches, other times it was retention ponds.The work was as hard as it was simple. Every evening my boss would slip me a crumpled