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Manhood

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By Jill Bialosky | June 9, 2014

  1.     Chatter   Turn two. Balk. Way to hump. Hey now kid, hey now. Good eye.  That’s all right. That’s all right. Good cut. Inside.  Watch the batter. Hey way to drop it in there kid. That’s the way to hop. Let’s go. Throw the baseball now.  Heads up. Dig, dig, dig. […]

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Jill Bialosky is the author of three volumes of poetry, most recently, Intruder; two novels, House Under Snow and The Life Room; and a memoir, History of a Suicide: My Sister’s Unfinished Life. The poems from “Manhood” are from a 13-part sequence that will appear in a forthcoming collection, “The Players.”

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