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 … Continue reading The Value of a Sidearm Pitcher
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 … Continue reading Four Poems About Baseball
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 … Continue reading Poems by Alex Andy Phuong
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 … Continue reading Poems by Ryan Quinn Flanagan
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 … Continue reading Poems by Michael T. Smith