A jig. Pray to god and little basal ganglia bugs that stand at attention and command March.
Your face flails according to order: choreathetoid, choreathetoid, your jerky-sinuous lips …

Down in its Uttle vaUey, surrounded by pines, the smaU pond's our world where we're at
ease and the city's forgotten. The kids play in the sand, the sun shines, the swimmers …

When I looked up, I saw the crisscross of paper streamers decorating the street for the
approaching Eid holiday, commemorating Abraham's sacrifice of a lamb instead of his child …

Robin Naylor, Clive Palmer, Joanne Keeling and Carmen Byrne am just going outside, I may
be some time, are some of the most recognisable words associated with the golden age of …

Face it: there is no keeping up with the Stahlbaums. Their tree is taller, their cake is bigger,
they hire acrobats and a magician and, backstage, ready for the second-act after-party, a …

Call: Psalm 30: 1-3 (NLT) I will exalt you, LORD, for you rescued me. You refused to let my
enemies triumph over me. OLord my God, I cried to you for help, and you restored my health …

We beat each other with whiskey-soaked flowers leaving wet stars on our cheeks. I looked at
you through a smoke-filled eye. You wondered aloud about your graduation. I thought about …