Jeremy Collins is an award-winning writer whose work has appeared in publications and anthologies such as Sports Illustrated and The Georgia Review, Best American Sports Writing, and The Pushcart Prize.
His essay “Songs of My Father” was selected by Mary Karr for the Wabash Nonfiction Award in The Sycamore Review. “Basic Composition,” an essay on teaching combat veterans, won the Lamar York Award in The Chattahoochee Review and was named a notable essay in The Best American Essays 2015.
Once, as a kid at the mall, he shook hands with Mr. T. More than once, he wandered the wider malls of Atlanta as if in a movie. Now, he streams shows with 80’s kids wandering these same malls. All truth is crooked, Nietzsche writes. Time itself is a circle.
He lives in Metro Atlanta with his wife, the artist Alice Stone-Collins, and their two daughters.
The Late Poetics of Freddie Freeman
Freddie Freeman has made a career of keeping his eye on the ball. This essay traces how the game stitches and binds us together.
My God, Herschel Walker, What Have You Become?
Herschel ran. Herschel soared. Herschel Walker endured the punishment we asked Herschel to endure. On Election Night, the pieces were everywhere.
13 Ways of Looking at Greg Maddux
An essay on friendship, loss, and the Hall of Fame pitcher who prized control and changing speeds.
You won’t miss his statue at the Pittsburgh International Airport. Franco Harris scoops up the ball every single time, #32 immortalized in a line of statues, next to George Washington, Founding Father, and runner-up to beloved icons at PIT . But Harris’ gaze is off to...
Daniel Shirey/MLB Photos/Getty Images As of the time of this writing, it is the middle of the fourth inning of Game 3 of the World Series and the Philadelphia Phillies are up four-zip against the Houston Astros. It wasn’t supposed to be this way, 2022. While writing...
“Amongst the Winnebagos” (Alice Stone-Collins) Back in September 2021, Alice and I traveled to Wyoming to see her installation work at Sheridan College. On Friday afternoon of our trip, as we walked the grounds at Little Bighorn in southern Montana, senior defense...
Every once in a while, a writer throws everything he’s got into a story. This is one of those stories.