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photo courtesy Russell duPont

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Establishing Home Plate

My father played baseball
and was a hot prospect,
so the story goes,
pursued by the Braves
until the accident that left him
with eyes that saw two of everything –
“Tough to tell which ball to swing at,” he’d say.

Approaching the field off Columbia Road,
he’d slow the car; bring it to a stop
just before the railroad bridge
that sliced across the road;
hunch over the steering wheel.
“From over there.” He’d nod
toward the far corner of the field
where home plate fit into the slab of turf –
“I hit a ball once, over this bridge.
The longest ball ever hit here.”
Almost redundant in pointing this out,
he’d shrug and quickly accelerate
from this place.

He was good, I guess.
One of those guys
who gave truth
to the cliches –
could go to his right,
dig the ball out of the dirt,
make the long throw.

But, he never came to see me play,
and I grew away from the game;
maybe, for a while, away from him.

Until last month, transfixed,
I watched the old film clips,
heard the shouts and cheers,
saw, in all those sun-weathered faces,
my father in all his youth,
saw him once again
hunched over the steering wheel
gazing into the past
as the ball left his bat,
rose in an easy arc
over the field,
over the tracks
and descended slowly
into memory.

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by Russell Dupont

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Three Flies Up

The lazy arc
spun through blue,

the warm sun
hung between billowing

cumulus, casual
my stride across pasture

to flick leather, snare
the orb dropped

from orbit, son
of the sun,

and wheel laughing
through a choir

of grasshoppers to claim
at a trot my turn at bat.

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by Michael L. Newell

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No Bottom
…………..for Philip Levine

My dad loved Arky Vaughan
the Pirate shortstop who died too soon
drowned on a fishing trip in California
the lake so deep it had no bottom
and Paul Waner
who wanted a clean 3,000th hit
not a muffed line drive
he asked the official scorer to take it back
and who
when asked if a whiskey flask
in the dugout was his answered
is it full?
if so it’s not mine—
still hit 191 triples
had a lifetime batting average of .333
neither man would own a computer
or a cell phone
or tweet
or post images on Instagram or Facebook
but they had followers
crossing the Ohio black as the River Styx
tens of thousands of coal miners and mill workers
the color of mud
the color of steel
the color of tears
while the city burned itself each summer
the fires so deep they had no bottom

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by John Stupp

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Russell Dupont is an artist and an author whose artwork is included in a number of public and private collections. He has published two novels, King & Train and Waiting for the Turk; two books of poetry; and two non-fiction chapbooks. His essay, “The Corner,” is included in the anthology Streets of Echoes. His work has been published in various newspapers and literary magazines. He was the founder & publisher of the literary magazine,.the albatross.

Visit his website by clicking here

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Michael L. Newell is a retired English/Theatre teacher. He has two new books of poems, Making My Peace (cyberwit.net) and Diddley-Bop-She-Bop (Bellowing Ark Press), which features 60 pages of Newell’s jazz poetry.  Click here for more cinformation about these books.

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John Stupp’s third poetry collection Pawleys Island was published in 2017. His manuscript Summer Job won the 2017 Cathy Smith Bowers Poetry Prize and was published in August 2018. A chapbook entitled When Billy Conn Fought Fritzie Zivic was published by Red Flag Poetry in January, 2020. (From 1975-1985 he worked professionally as a mediocre jazz guitarist). He lives near Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania and can be reached via email at [email protected].

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Listen to the 1969 recording of Dave Frishberg performing “Van Lingle Mungo,” which includes the names of major league baseball players

 

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