Jacqueline: I said “I understand” I lied. I don’t understand a thing Amichai: I suspect that we understand more than are we are willing to admit to ourselves about ourselves, and that we lie, so often, because of how afraid … Continue reading →

Jacqueline: fragment from plastic light fitting Amichai: For poets, the mundane is morphed into the mythic, a discarded glove in the street becomes an epic tale. For Ezra, age 3 1/2, a broken branch is a magic sword, baseball bat, … Continue reading →

Jacqueline: it’s shocking how easily it all came apart Amichai: And just like that, a friendship ended. Shocking, really, and not quite clear yet, but somehow, one gesture topples the delicate relationship of trust and caring and, like this fractured … Continue reading →