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 First published in Overland Issue 228 18 March 2024 · France Emmanuel Macron and the rearming of French demography Stephen Pascoe Demography, that supposedly neutral science of human statistics, is only ever one step away from politics. Especially so in France, where the national discourse over the past two months has summoned historical memory and hinted at political futures in disturbing admixture. First published in Overland Issue 228 8 March 20248 March 2024 · Poetry POETRY Gareth Morgan as if a poem were a person, me, i get up in the morning / i buy coffee in a can, and wait / you have to keep calm, “don't get upset” / or it fucks everything up. the bosses who tell me this / are wise but stupid troopers. this is a political poem