Baseball

 I dried what was to be the last tear I would shed on the sleeve of my disheveled, black uniform. From the back of the vacant Grey Hound I found myself lacking the strength to do anything but stare into the cold, hard carpet beneath the cuspidate blades of my spikes. The grim fluorescent lights [...]

History

 Splinters from the handle of the pick I held above my shoulder bore their way into my callus laden palms. My teeth rattled as the cold iron collided with the unforgiving, broken asphalt surrounding what was left of the Barrikady gun factory. The distant, red gloom of death and destruction on the horizon reflected off [...]

The Adventures of Ben Yost

    Early morning anxiety attacks and persistent phases of 3 AM paranoia inspire my inhibitions, bask my bleak existence in something new and render my eyes useless. I only see black as I weightlessly descend deeper into the nothing I use to take pills to avoid. This comfortable, powerful nothing. I want it.      She [...]

High school baseball

    My dream was dead. Under the bask of the bleak, May sunset I sat staring at my unlaced spikes from the first row of the cold, steel bleachers positioned before the shadowy baseball field, the field where I had spent the last four years of my life. The rays from the snarling sunset pierced [...]

Chapter 3. Billy Stevens

” What’s up, Rob?” Billy chuckled into his cell phone as he flipped it open. No matter how dissatisfied he got with the town around him, the picture of Rob passed out naked and drunk on his couch after the homecoming dance junior year, with a myriad of penises drawn on his face, which came [...]