The Value of a Sidearm Pitcher

By John Affleck It began when I was sitting alone at the Twins-Mets game. No minder, no driver. I’d sent them off to lunch. He sat down next to me in the stands, and I mean right next to me. He recognizably walked up the stairs and down the row — did not shuffle, did …

Four Poems About Baseball

By Michael Ceraolo   Ty Cobb   I should have done more checking on Stump before I accepted him as my ghostwriter I understand the hatchet job he did on me decades later in a biography was even worse than the job he did on me in my so-called autobiography The basepaths and batter's box …

Poems by Alex Andy Phuong

The Eye of the Storm The looming clouds provided a portent Even though some thought that they were not important The rains fell down heavy and hard but definitely not like the lugubrious tales from the Bard Such as William Shakespeare's Macbeth (With the weird sisters and whatnot) The sidewalk had raindrops all over it …

Poems by Ryan Quinn Flanagan

  Dating the Pyramids    I shower and shave  and dress up for the evening.   Style my hair with product  before borrowing my  parent’s car.   Dating the Pyramids. One at a time, of course.   I am a gentleman, you see. Have each of them home by curfew.   Never wanting there to …

Poems by Michael T. Smith

  Chinchilla    A little guy scurried in the patched grass to climb a mountain as tall as his will. His stomach steered him up the damned pass                      to heights that greedily starve the air thin          so that the heat could not follow his chasse.               In the tight grasp of the Year of the …