day 34 of 50 another empty sea shell?
day 33 of 50 And the Chess Game Still Goes On
Jacqueline: everyone is waiting for a breakthrough Amichai: What if this is it? What is nothing changes?no big breakthrough, revelations – Just another day, another round of laundry, dinner ready, dishes, bed? the little things that may make tomorrow different are as small and clunky as this little empty shell. What if this daily counting, […]
day 32 of 50 even when the fork has broken?
Jacqueline: it’s more wholesome to know that you have flaws Amichai: One lone pawn, a little cracked, was left behind when all the chess-set pieces were packed away. Now they can’t play because one piece is missing, and he is all alone. What’s there to say about the hopes that guide the longing? The game […]
day 31 of 50 A Pearl Unclasped
Jacqueline: is it good enough? is it ever good enough? Amichai: A broken plastic fork makes me think of hunger. Not my late night cravings, or my kids and cupcakes. The kind around me every day on the streets of this city and so many more. Why today, of all days, more homeless people in […]
day 30 of 50 Full Moon Fixing
Jacqueline: (pearls from a vintage brooch) as long as we aren’t broken in the same place, you can lean on me & I can lean on you. Amichai: It’s the links that make the difference: pearl to pearl and hand in hand. A weak link, no matter how perfect the pearls, or lovely the people, will […]
Jacqueline: (bent dress pin) bent & broken but it didn’t snap, it didn’t break Amichai: Thirty is a loaded number. The next phase of mourning from the rawest of the first seven days moving one step closer to the life that always is. And thirty is also the fill of a cycle, a moon come […]