Kate Hallinanthere is nothing but the page & the sea& the sea comes to say hello hello / hello / hello the waves whisper you are alive, how wonderfulNov 17, 20221Nov 17, 20221
Kate HallinanThanksgiving in SpainThere is no Thanksgiving in Spain. It hasn’t been adopted like many of the other American holidays. There are no novelty displays of…Nov 25, 2021Nov 25, 2021
Kate HallinanA poem for my 39th birthdaythe years fall like dead leaves around my feet collect like flower petals and dandelion spores dirt and dust, forgotten and beautifulFeb 26, 2021Feb 26, 2021
Kate HallinaninResistance PoetryQuarantine diary: Day 110Every morning, I check the vegetables growing in our shaggy garden.Jul 7, 2020Jul 7, 2020
Kate HallinaninResistance PoetryClimate GriefOur despair is so great we must invent a new language of grief. Devise new words for the loss of our entire world.Feb 4, 2020Feb 4, 2020
Kate HallinaninResistance PoetrySo perhaps this isn’t so badAnd she stood on the blackened shore and thought of other mothers on other shores whose lives had been pillaged, Vikings, perhaps, or Huns…Sep 28, 20192Sep 28, 20192
