Stretching in the Spring sun, my soul awakes. Winter’s frost swept asunder; melting in the infield chalk. Heart thumps awake from hibernation’s lethargy. Mind sparks forth from solemn sleep. Hallelujah, Awake my soul...Spring has returned. Autumn failures fall aside, stored away for skeptics. Each club stands tall in Elysian’s green grass. Hope emerges from Winter’s... Continue Reading →
Inspired by a Facebook page, I wrote the two sonnets below. The first is somewhat blunt in getting to the point (well, as blunt as poetry will let you get when trying to work in rhymes). The second was an exercise in taking the artistic, more subtle side of me out for a ride. Enjoy.... Continue Reading →
After nearly two years of inactivity (sitting on third, if you don't mind a bad joke), I'm back with this blog. I've changed the platform it is on as well as the look, and I look forward to the fresh start that a new season brings. I'm also going to give the short daily poems... Continue Reading →
By Thomas Keenan I wrote this back in 1994 just after the strike began. I'm not sure why I've chosen now to publish it, except that I was looking back at stuff I wrote a long time ago. I felt scorned by baseball and for a year, I was drifting further and further from the game. It would... Continue Reading →
She is almost gone. Pillaged like a vanquished land in the time of Vikings. Drawn and quartered by steel dragons. Barbaric to those that loved her. Tragic to those that knew her. Soon, all that will be left are some painted markers to be driven over. Names on uniforms have come and gone. Tears and... Continue Reading →
Standing at Third 