The Anatomy of a Perfect Fist
The first time I saw it, it was a thing of clumsy poetry, an unfinished sentence. My hand, a collection of delicate bones and soft flesh, would curl into a vague, misshapen lump, a mockery of strength. I yearned for something more, a solid core of intention, a singularity. I wanted to understand the alchemy […]
The Anatomy of a Perfect Fist Read More »

