The Practice of Poetry: Poems as Love

More at… https://paulettahansel.wordpress.com/2018/02/02/the-practice-of-poetry-poems-as-love/ You Never Were the mother I wanted at the time I had you. Always I was swallowing down the longing rising for the mother come and gone. The one whose cool hand nested in a tangle of my curls. The one whose hair was blueblack crow, caught midflight. Once gravity had settled you to ground, … Con… Read More