Tag Archives: Sports

Some Heavy Lifting

{Nov 2, 2024}

Thrusting your own weight means thrusting a lot. Thrusting because of how it affects your body, not just by changing it, but putting it in proximity with other thrusting bodies. Thrusting because no weight on a bar feels heavier than lonesomeness in your abdomen.… more

PRACTICE

FICTION by Jack Sullivan

{Jun 28, 2024}

Monday night, judo class. Ishaan is on top of me, struggling with his grip. Though sensei Frank just demonstrated the choke for us, slowly, thoroughly, Ishaan’s already forgotten the hand work. His thin fingers grasp and re-grasp on my lapels, his knuckles grazing my face.… more

A Game Toe Remember

FICTION by Kennedy Coyne

{Apr 23, 2023}

Per the rules we had established, I had to pull his shoes and socks off and he mine. We wanted to lead our toe competition with good sportsmanship.… more

A Pound of Flesh

FICTION by Dan A. Cardoza

{Apr 22, 2021}

The physical metamorphosis of healing.… more

Young God in Gym Class

FICTION by Joe Sacksteder

{Mar 24, 2021}

Young God pulls his Dream Team from a roadside culvert, spins Lucifer from cornsilk—because not having a favorite is beyond even God’s young powers.… more

He Do Everything Big

FICTION by T.L.Simpson

{Oct 1, 2018}

They pinch and prod him. Children ask to feel his muscles. Women run their hands on his chest, feeling the shape and firmness—something none of them have ever felt in their own men. They giggle like high school girls. Beau smiles and nods and hugs and says “yes sir” more times than Anna Carol can count.… more

Rafters

FICTION by Patrick Chambers

{Jan 8, 2018}

The old timers stare stony faced from behind our bench, and I think they are frozen in place for a moment, amidst a sea of people threatening to crash down onto the court and drown us all.… more

Cutting

FICTION by Daniel Kennedy

{Nov 9, 2017}

I found my father’s bed at the end of the corridor. A nurse held his pallid arm up to the light. She adjusted one of the tubes and lowered his arm back to his side. In the neighboring bed, a man older than my father was connected to beeping monitors. He followed me with his eyes. Landis and my mom turned their heads as the nurse walked out.

“What are you doing here?” asked Landis.… more

Learning the Pig

FICTION by Martin Reed

{Jul 20, 2015}

“He twisted and rolled the pebble between his fingers, staring straight ahead at the black pig, lying tied to a post sunk in bone grey dirt in the middle of the field… more