fact or fiction
Is it fact or merely fiction? Fact or Fiction explores the myths and beliefs we hold about what makes a good poem and the poetry rules that were made to be broken.
The Smell of His Hands After Rain
It starts with the hands. Always the hands. Not the face—I tried to forget the face, and mostly succeeded. The eyes were the second thing to go, then the voice, then the particular way he laughed at his own jokes, waiting for you to join in. I let them dissolve in the ordinary way of things, the way sugar forgets it was once a cane, the way water forgets the cloud.
By Muhammad Sabeel5 months ago in Poets
