Caitlin O'HalloranBalloon AnimalsWhen I was seven, I took an acting class where a red-nosed clown in polka dot overalls, and oversized squeaky boots, showed us how to shape…Oct 5, 20217Oct 5, 20217
Caitlin O'HalloranThe Sticker CollectorPhoto taken by myself, Caitlin O’HalloranApr 20, 2021Apr 20, 2021
Caitlin O'HalloranThe Bullfrogs of ConnecticutI miss the sound of bullfrogs gently thrumming in the summer nights. My window, halfway open. My bed right up against the sill. The metal…Mar 3, 2021Mar 3, 2021
Caitlin O'HalloranThe Life of the PoetA poet collects memories like pieces of straw and spends their life trying to spin them into gold.Feb 20, 20211Feb 20, 20211
Caitlin O'HalloranM. Steinert & SonsWhen I was young, they used to tell me that I had piano hands. Long fingers that could stretch wide across the white and black keys. I…Jan 23, 20211Jan 23, 20211
Caitlin O'HalloranThe First Time I Really Looked at SnowThe first time I really looked at snow, I caught the tiny flakes on the back of my mittens.Jan 20, 20212Jan 20, 20212
Larry NowickiHow things should workA series of haiku that can stand alone but work togetherJan 3, 2021Jan 3, 2021