and my heart crumples like a coke can
Ali Whitelock
Wakefield Press
I finished reading Ali Whitelock’s poetry volume the day I heard of Mary Oliver’s passing. I had been savouring the pages of “coke can”, taking my time, reading no more than four poems in a sitting; deep stories, they require a lot of you (in the best possible way), they sit with you…
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