Rowan Ricardo Phillips
Brazil's "Bullyball" Goes Belly Up
July 08, 2014
A squad built for low-scoring games found out what happens when the other team refuses to yield
So what exactly is your problem with soccer players who dupe the refs?
It was Zeus arranging pieces on the gameboard, Athena whispering something in someone’s ear.
The Anatomy of a Goal: How Error Leads to Perfection
June 14, 2014
Opportunity for a goalscorer is a cannibal act
February 21, 2014
We’d cut school like knives through butter, the three ...
April 20, 2012
That I can’t recall my first glimpse of my mother: Alien-eyed, wrapped in alien cloth, how could I? Once she held me she just was my mother. That’s just how it goes. This is just one of many Beautiful moments I’ve been a part of but can’t (And won’t ever) remember. That’s just life, I guess. The void. That’s just a part of life: some hidden cave Sunk deep in the mind and built for Beautiful But Can’t Remember. I saw it once: here dissolving, There reassembling like gleaned second-long seasons. And for what reason? I just don't know. Years asking Myself, Why? Why can we not remember this?
October 09, 2006
Tonight it coaxed music from a Harlem cloudbank. It freestyled a smoke from a stranger's coat; stole thinned gin. It was on the surfaces of its beginnings, but outside looking in. The lapse-blue facade of Harlem Hospital is weatherstill like a starlit lake in the middle of Lenox Avenue. I touched the tattoed surfaces of my birthplace tonight— and because tonight is curing, the beginning let me through; and everywhere was blurring halogen.