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 … Continue reading The Value of a Sidearm Pitcher

Poems by John Grey

I’LL WRITE MINE, YOU WRITE YOURS   I was barely born when I was suddenly the man of the house. My father died. I wept of course but only because I was hungry.   I should have grown up fast but I didn’t. My mother and my three older sisters saw to that.   Without … Continue reading Poems by John Grey