The new baseball glove comes to us as firm and Determined as the cherrystone clam that Doesn’t open even after steaming. We were once told what to do about this, When we were the age of the child who, Against all … Continue reading An unhelpful guide to breaking in a baseball glove for those who have forsaken oral tradition
The grain separator of coppered brass Looked to his eyes like grandfather’s spittoon. This is why he touched it, alone in theBarn with the bands of late afternoon sun. The funneled shape invited his fingers Into the shadowed center where the corn,Fresh from stalk, … Continue reading Three Finger Brown
The cloud bank settles on the pinkened buttes, Looking like the top half of a baloney sandwich.He’s not watching it, not even looking at it.Registering it, is perhaps how you’d put it. Registering it like he does all of … this. He … Continue reading Mike Marshall is the zeitgeist
Theorem: Paul Molitor was beautiful – too beautiful to be anything but an artist. Proof: His is the forename of a man blinded by miracles, but Paul Molitor’s glowing blue Dropa stones Have no such frailties.Parisian arrondissements are piled deep within Those … Continue reading The geometry of Paul Molitor’s beauty, which left him no choice but baseball
(Related: Minimalist short fiction starring Adrián Beltré Part I and Part II) Charlene at last reached over and let her hand rest on Adrián Beltré’s thigh. Moments earlier, he’d steadied the steering wheel with the inside of his knee so … Continue reading Minimalist short fiction starring Adrián Beltré, Part III
What else could he be? Where else but the humus beneath Could he have come from? The inhuman sprawl of his body, The breadth of his unseen anchors,How he sways in derecho winds after refusing shelter, How he is as still as a … Continue reading Frank Howard is a bur oak tree
Roxanne earned that hobble on army maneuvers she lives in a trailer on the Big Ridge Ranch which is big and a ranch but has no ridge to speak of she works as a hand there and uses the same … Continue reading A brief stream of consciousness regarding a 1963 Chevy Impala with one door open parked outside the Astrodome construction site
At the Fourth of July picnic put on by the homeowners’ association, he could not decide whether to watch the fireworks show or to watch his young son’s face watching the fireworks show. That was many years ago. It seems … Continue reading The bourgeois suburban disquiet of Steve Garvey
Man named Boileryard, You have risen above things, But never shall you be above Slipping into the accent of A tenement Catholic Who brawls over black bread, Who between bouts of daylight Wanders over the brick-strewn lot Where the tobacconist’s burned down, … Continue reading A consideration of Boileryard Clarke followed swiftly by a reconsideration of Boileryard Clarke
When we ponder death, we console ourselves with the knowledge that we weren’t around 40, 50, 80 years prior and were not then troubled by that prevailing oblivion. Why, then, should future oblivion bedevil us? The poet Philip Larkin, among … Continue reading A poem about Max Scherzer’s 1926 funeral Mass in Chicago and a brief and unhelpful philosophical essay addressing why there’s such thing as a poem about the 1926 Chicago funeral Mass of Max Scherzer, who in reality is thankfully alive and well and was born in 1984
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