THE HIDDEN TRACK

The following passages are dedicated to Leopold, to the vernacular, to certain evil women (you know who you are), to certain wonderful people(they know who they are), to soft afternoons and quiet Sunday evenings, to Fall and seeing your breath for the first time since Spring, and to Isabelle Ya Feng ... a soul slipped by like two ships passing in the still, moonlit sea.
-- Abraham Ahmed, the Surfing Beatnik



The Christification of Shachna Itzik Birger...

















"Speak not your ill-hearted words to me preacher," Birger announced, "For it is I and I alone who is the Truth and the Light! ...I shall be the one to hold the door open with the toe of MY shoe and await YOUR arrival ...and your arrival ... and your arrival! Then I shall pounce upon every one of you with the fearceness of a lion and feast upon your eyelids so that you shall forever see this godless act replayed before you! Hangman, shatter my legs and spill my sides before you drop your hatch!" Birger told the hangman, shaking his hand.
" ... It's a wonderful world."
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