Ali Whitelock

Ali Whitelockis a Scottish poet and writer living on the south coast of Sydney with her French chain-smoking husband. Her second poetry collection, the lactic acid in the calves of your despair, will be published by Wakefield Press in March 2020, and her debut collection, and my heart crumples like a coke can, was published in 2018, also by Wakefield Press, with a forthcoming UK edition by Polygon in 2020. Her memoir, Poking seaweed with a stick and running away from the smell, was launched to critical acclaim in Australia (2008) and the UK (2009), and she has read at festivals and events throughout Australia, the UK and Ireland. Her poems have appeared in The Moth, American Journal of Poetry, Glasgow Review of Books, Bareknuckle Poet, The Pittsburgh Quarterly, The Tahoma Literary Review and all sorts of other rather fabulous places.

in the event of a lack of oxygen

HOLD the earth in your hands / be careful––she is hot / talk to her tenderly the way you might your mother at the end of her days / honour her / place her somewhere she might rest/ perhaps the …

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