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I'm a poet, book reviewer, and sportswriter based in Baltimore. I earned my Master of Fine Arts in Poetry from Johns Hopkins University. Email me about writing opportunities at [email protected]
As in and all of Malech's previous poetry collections ( Shore Ordered and ), "musical wordplay," as McCabe calls it, proliferates the poems in . "Forced Perspective" playfully reimagines colloquial phrases, turning unflattering angle into "unflattering angler" and going down with the ship into "gone down with the viewership."
Ross Gay's fourth book of poetry, Be Holding (released in September 2020), delivers a sweeping interrogation of collective and personal history, paying particular attention to all the ways these histories blend together.
1) Golden State Warriors legion should be hoping against hope, that their plucky team of upstarts and moon shooters can hang with the budding juggernaut from across the border. The Toronto Raptors sport a truly predatory defense; every line-up consists of some limbtastic combination of players six-foot-seven or taller, their go-go-gadget arms always high in the air or menacingly extended out along their hip line.
The Miami Heat are in a truly delicious position. They are second in the Eastern Conference with a 31-13 record, a near lock to make the playoffs, and a good bet to have home court in the first-round. The Heat are good, but not great, flawed and exciting because of it.
I come before you, in this safe space of the internet, to announce that I am an unabashed Steph Curry fan. Like a lot of people who follow the NBA, I root for the name on the back of the jersey just...
I don't remember how old I was exactly - likely no older than ten - when my mother sat me down and made something abundantly clear for me. I can still hear the words echoing in my head today. She...
I miss the Jazz of the 2000's. I miss the dual-balding ballet that was the Deron Williams, Carlos Boozer pick and roll. I miss Williams's deadly crossover and confusingly quick first-step. I miss the shiny, hair-dye haircut that Boozer regrettably donned in his post-Jazz NBA life. I miss Boozer's high-arching, hiccupy shooting stroke.
I maintain, that when Steph Curry gets going, he's the best show in the NBA. There are certainly other contenders for the NBA's best show on hardwood, but Curry's blend of fundamental and evolutionary NBA skills are what separates him from the competition.
I would like to ask for the internet's help with something. I won't be asking you intensely-online people to creepily track down the trilingual, poetry obsessed woman I chatted with during a Denver layover on a return flight from Hawaii, whom, I'm certain was charmed by my decidedly average height and intelligence.