National Pastime
The anthem,
an anticipatory roar,
and in the tombs
beneath the stands
the quick thrust
of the needle just
moments before.
The drunken man’s
belch and jeer at
the ump’s squelched
score, bags pinched
before our blushing
faces, all cheering for
the rush of a hit
just before our
hopes get crushed.
Eighty Percent Magazine
We publish the traditional and the experimental, shorts, lyrical poetry, free verse, novel excerpts, flash fiction, rhyming poetry, genre fiction, creative nonfiction (if you can convince us that it exists), drama, haiku, translations, ballads, cat poems. Seriously—we don’t care what it is, only that it is good.
