Hagada Hasmalit

Excerpt from Book One, the chapter: Ilana Nindov
Moshik went up to his room. We sat at a long table in the conservatory. The sunny day recreated the Israeli light and warmth. Through the windows blossomed an English garden that has never heard of watering problems.

Blindness is contagious
evidently
across the generations.
It’s uncanny.
Hardening of the heart,
likewise.

My heart beats too slow.
My heart beats too fast.
My heart doesn’t beat middling -