There were dance studios and barre studios and running clubs and cryotherapy spas and local YMCA chapters and kickboxing ...
On the basketball court with the teens, I was touched by a terrifying time-suspension—an encounter immune from the numbing ...
Think of a seashell. Don’t think of a conch. In fact, forget, for now, about univalve mollusks entirely. Think of Shell, the ...
It’s the tail end of January, the month of resolutions made and broken, gym memberships purchased and fitness classes left ...
Before the sweat, before the bench press, before the sauna, before the shower, before placing my hand around a man, inside a ...
What Broderick is attempting is a French novel set in an Irish town; he wishes to put dangerous liaisons into the Irish midlands, to allow his Irish characters the freedom to pray to God for their ...
"Come with me, and I will show you a beautiful bed. " And St. Francis led her to a large fire.
He's the giant, I'm the bean. In this one, I am climbing. One of us wants up, up. The other, Don 't make me come down there . His the voice like cannons booming down the stalk . I, the clouds like ...
To coax pale horses from the edge of a wet, blue field.
hung with broken necks on the dry stems.
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