Daily Archives: 4/4/2008

This poem is for my mother, who taught me to love basketball. 5

Women Watching Basketball by Marisa de los Santos For us, five writers, it’s partly to do with the language, little spells, hyphenated, elegant lingo, words swirling like whiskey in the mouth: pump-fake, post-up, two-guard, pick-and-roll. We are casual. Like Whitman–who’d have been a fan for sure, adoring and bearded, tossing his hat in the air […]