Poems by Katherine Gallagher

They'd hoped he'd be back for Christmas -
the lights shining down on him, the tree
somehow shi...

The sting in a limbering spring day
foreshadows summer. Through her window
roses plait themselv...

September 3, 1939. Early evening
and the sea soughs, sways
- a sketchbook washing calm,
its...

A cave of air softens,
hovers over our heads.
We've waited all year for this:
the March lull...