How I Learnt Tenderness | Owen Habel Lwanda | Poetry
It was in the knuckles of my father, thick as ginger roots and scarred by the lathe, learning how to peel a peach for me without bruising the golden give of the fruit. He held the blade —not as a weapon, but as a quiet extension of a subtle hand that parts the outer […]
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It was in the knuckles of my father, thick as ginger roots and scarred by the lathe, learning how to peel a peach for me without bruising the golden give of the fruit. He held the blade —not as a weapon, but as a quiet extension of a subtle hand that parts the outer […]
