Baseball Archives - Atticus Review

When the Indians Were Good

Posted by Danny Caine | Apr 20, 2016 | Poetry

When a Ritalin addled right fielder more likely to pick grass than hit his cutoff man could still...

When I was around eight, and my parents had already split or would soon, I had a dream that...

Glenn lived for rainouts. He never went to the ballpark unless he knew the game would be canceled...

Posted by Karen Craigo | Apr 20, 2016 | Poetry

for Mike You’ve perfected the smooth delivery— quick, no foam, always with an eye toward the...

Posted by Zack O'Neill | Dec 17, 2015 | Fiction

Session 20: Brent and Michelle collaborate to describe the final game The first place, 14-1...