Issue— #12
Black Clock 12 takes you out to the ball game, where obsessions abound inside and outside the white lines. In these stories, essays and poems, the demarcation between winning and losing, humor and sadness is blurred; in sports, whether participating, watching or rejecting, you discover who you are and who you’re not. As the writers in Black Clock know, the game may be played under bright lights but it’s in the crevices of darkness where the true game is found, because sports lie beyond the pleasure principle.
RICHARD TERRILL
Found PoemsLYNNE TILLMAN
The Unconscious is Also RidiculousRAJ BAHADUR
Bambino Calls His ShotBRAD SCHREIBER
George Blanda Ate My HomeworkNINA REVOYR
Charlie and MeDENNIS DANZIGER
Hoop SchemesCAROLYN KELLOGG
StrokeOSCAR VILLALON
The RoarLOU MATHEWS
Racing in the StreetsELOISE KLEIN HEALY
The SeasonSAMANTHA DUNN
The Tortilla Construction HandbookCHRIS LOWRY
Cricket’s Crashing ContinentsANNE-MARIE KINNEY
Zizou PrésidentLISA TEASLEY
Beach Volleyball is ChurchKATY PETTY
FathomROBERT EISELE
Catch and Release
ALAN ZAREMBO
Going FastJOHN HARLOW
Will the PeopleKARA LINDSTROM
My Own Private AshtangaRICHARD RAYNER
Shoot the RefDANTE ZÜNIGA-WEST
This Is Not a SportCOLIN FLEMING
Dare Me to BreatheJONATHAN LETHEM + CHRISTOPHER SORRENTINO
Poem by Harris Conklin / Reply by Ivan FeltKENNETH DEIFIK
The Horse Finds His Own Way Home, Even Without CluesTOD GOLDBERG
Welcome to Thousand PalmsMONICA CARTER
The Retirement PlanRICHARD PEABODY
Shirts and SkinjobsDAVID L. ULIN
Member of the TribePAUL CULLUM
Why I Hate SportsKATHERINE DUNN
ListeningMATTHEW ZAPRUDER
Poem for Jim Zorn
