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
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
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
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
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
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
“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
“Before I knew what I was doing, I chucked the banana. A lifetime of frustration with this team boiled over in that instant… more
“These Michael Jordans are not meant to see a baseball game. They will not have shoes made in their honor. Their bodies are just an impression made of flesh, pressed out in petri dishes… more