Hi, Cold. I'm Dad.
It's not exactly a poem, but I'm delighted to present a new zine I created with the design help of my loving partner, my friend John Morrison, and my very dumbassed private Twitter account. It is an extended meditation on the dad zeitgeist and baseball as storytelling through the persona of Baseball's Dad, an ur-father-figure loosely based on Chicago Cubs Manager Joe Maddon.
The one poetic aspect of Baseball's Dad as a project, aside from the repetition of the structure, was choosing exactly what detail would be the most dadlike for each scenario. What song would Baseball's Dad play to accompany his snifter of good scotch when his handsome baseball sons clinched their spot in the World Series? "Let's Go Crazy" by Prince, of course. What cereal would Baseball's Dad eat straight out of the box in his underwear one late night? Certainly Golden Grahams. It could be no other.
And because I care more about people than baseball franchises, I'm donating half the proceeds from the zine to two Chicago-based organizations that are making the world a little safer for some of the people whose lives are most threatened in our current political hellhole. Check out the great work that Brave Space Alliance and CAIR Chicago are doing.
You can buy your copy of the Baseball's Dad zine right here, or save on shipping and pick it up at Uncharted Books or Quimby's if you're local. Or you can wait six weeks and get it at the Left The Prairie table at one of our most wonderful annual events for people who care about independent literature and art, Chicago Zine Fest. (Say hi to me at the Chicago Books to Women in Prison table if you go.)
Happy opening day of baseball to Baseball's Dad and to you. Enjoy the springtime; reply with any and everything that's on your mind.
Yours,
Erin