Truth
Anna Catone - { Histories }
Janlori Goldman - { Bachelard's Cabinet } { The Jewish Gauchos of Entre Rios, 1917 }{ One Good Turn }
Elizabeth Howort - { The Sun, That Great Magician }
Sam Abbott - { It Eats You }
Rachel M. Simon - { Seizure } { Title IX }{ Hometown }{ Swish }
Untruth
Rosa C. Li - { Lucky Elephant }
Ken Cormier - { A Day in the Life of a Conversationalist }
Juan Carlos Reyes - { A War for Rigoberto Chismón }
Rachel M. Simon - { After Life }
We Don't Know and They
Won't Tell Us
Rebecca Keith - { Excerpt from Misdirected Postcard, One }
T.M. De Vos - { Leaving Lake Baikal }
Kamilah Aisha Moon - { Going Under } { Don't Move This Dust }{ Burn }{ After Our Daughter's Autism Diagnosis }
| Hometown by Rachel Simon |
after Bob Hicok
I remember ESPN fondly
as a place I go to learn
to speak Harvey.
To fill the disabled list
with names of guys
I stop caring about.
I ignore the minor leagues,
just like ESPN, although I appreciate
Louisville’s stadium carousel.
On ESPN Robin Roberts
started her career and rolled out
role modeling that wasn’t based on
hot blonde sideline reporting
unrehearsed athlete interviews.
ESPN doesn’t stand for Elderly
Superstitious Pumpernickel News.
Rumor has it
their employees drink
the most beer in Connecticut,
no need a playoff party.
There are handshakes
too secret to tell you about.
ESPN was channel thirty-seven
in my childhood home
and number one
in its heart.
Baseball, tonight. And all
the other nights that Cleveland
beats the Yankees and there are
fireworks from the foul pole launcher,
a diving catch and a moment
of mascots before we go
around the horn.
ESPN is identical in every hotel room
and couch,
best paired
with the greasiest of chips,
her short news cycle
set to engage
high quality naps.
