Published in Overland Issue 212 Spring 2013 · Uncategorized This Robert Verdon garden has a history like the great white-capped wall built across the horizon seen from the Snowy Mountains Highway before Nimmitabel in early spring which comes up with the onions planted in memory one millennium they will be dug in, back into the magma … the hot garden under the frame watching the worms escape a lazy child, just watching stretching, fetching things begrudgingly and bored but disinclined to work, or play just watching, dreaming being a pod of dolphins diving across the waves like waves while the garden grows and I am old snow falling deeper every day life rushes like a tabla words curl like worms in the sun my frame of plastic broken by the cats and my one cactus left run wild and this … Robert Verdon Robert Verdon is a Canberra-based writer of poetry and prose. He came second in the 2012 WB Yeats Poetry Prize. More by Robert Verdon › Overland is a not-for-profit magazine with a proud history of supporting writers, and publishing ideas and voices often excluded from other places. If you like this piece, or support Overland’s work in general, please subscribe or donate. Related articles & Essays 19 April 2024 · Friday Fiction Stilted J.E “Mahal” Cuya One hour after midnight. Everyone in rooms. Living room – dark. Table look like monsters. Like death. TV on stand. Netflix Logo. No one watching. Residents asleep. They have dementia. 18 April 202418 April 2024 · Education A Jellyfish government in NSW: public education’s privatisation-by-neglect Dan Hogan A private school that receives public money is not a private school: it is a fee-paying public school. The overfunding of private schools using public money is a symptom of a public service that has been rotted for a quarter of century by a political class with no vision beyond producing dubious, misleading statistics to deploy at the next election.