Baseball, while lonesome, is nothing like life. Otherwise no one would play. It doesn’t diminish you, rend you in quite the same way. But it can diminish you. It teaches you things about baseball, Not about our vain grasps at … Continue reading Upon giving my son his first glove

1. In love poems we talk about eye color. Your eyes are the color of the virginity that Brooke Shields just lost And the luxury Oldsmobile she’ll give birth to nine months hence. In benedictions we ask the firmament for … Continue reading To a photograph of Dave Parker