Alison Whittaker

Alison Whittaker is a Gomeroi poet.

uncalled-for program name generator, um deadly

Has this ever happened to you? Have you worked in the settler public service or some tight-jawed consultancy and wondered — just what am I going to call this uncalled-for program no mob have control over? Your solution is here …

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guided meditation ASMR — your therapist’s intern calms you down roleplay — monotonous colonial apocalypse comfort ASMR #RoadTo100K

I know obviously you’ve got stuff going on, but please get up. They don’t really pay me for this, it’s a cadetship. Okay, well, since you’re gonna lie prostrate on the floor like that I mo’aswell practice. Can I join …

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‘A means of resistance’: Susie Anderson Interviews Alison Whittaker

Some writing teaches you possibility. Possibility in a number of ways: seeing yourself reflected in a body of work, echoing familiar words, places, or ideas; some writing is a lesson about form, or acts as an overall object to aspire to.

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hey babe how’s you’re day

hey babe how’s you’re day i tried to roast some veg but yeah for dinner ahahaa yeah you know what happened could you bring cooked chook home? already left woolise? damn leths leys let’s !!!! fuck get something delivered i …

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Fat carp smack up our boat. Far up, far out, flap out t he tarp. The sad thing sags — a barb. A barb.   A Barbara at Coonabarabran eyes our jackets and my pierced nose. But she gives us …

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Winners for the Val Vallis Award for an Unpublished Poem 2018

Run by Queensland Poetry Festival, and named in honour of a distinguished Queensland poet, the Arts Queensland Val Vallis Award for an Unpublished Poem is committed to encouraging poets throughout Australia. 2018 Selection panel: Alison Whittaker and Angela Gardner.

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three poem suite

i. when to clean a wig a wig must always be clean or else develop a particular smell or else slick strappy heavy faced in all my years wearing wigs none told me how to clean one where to hang …

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not one silent lamb

1. a tuft of sustenance, adrip with meat and wool, pads the clay 2. a hungry metaphor born, it breaches somewhere out from Botany Bay 3. smeared on a frontier ill-defined beneath it bleats its grass-fed mine 4. there is …

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From me don’t take from me what this what I been learnin’ slowly. Seein’ time stretch out from me don’t take it. I’m seein’ slow-stretch-time stretch time before me. Don’t stretch away from me just yet. Take time. You’re learnin’ …

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