Published in Overland Issue 221 Summer 2015 · Uncategorized Issue 221 Editorial team REGULARS Editorial Alison Croggon Mel Campbell Stephen Wright Giovanni Tiso Contributors FEATURES Ben Eltham The excellence criterion The future of arts funding Laurie Penny Facebook absolution On corporate policing of identity Eliora Avraham Transgender justice A manifesto Sam Wallman Ain’t no border high enough Crossing Fortress Europe Jessie Webb Reading machines The need to speed-read Sophie Cunningham Gold rush Housing politics in the Mission District Lauren Carroll Harris Are Australian universities creating good artists? Capitalism and the canvas Simon Gennard Simply air vibrating The myths of Master Marconi FICTION 2015 VU Short Story Prize report Barry Lee Thompson First place: Their cruel routines Jennifer Down Runner-up: Alpine Road Genevieve Poetka Runner-up: Faking 2015 Story Wine Prize report Melissa Manning Woodsmoke POETRY joanne Burns breakfast at the end of a financial year john Kinsella Madingley Vanessa Kirkpatrick Night air Cameron Lowe Glow Fuse Kevin gillam ’73 Derek Motion pages Philip Neilsen Noosa Beach Joel Scott Trauerring Jason Walker Tamarisk Deb Westbury Magnetic Poetry Kit – mostly found Editorial team More by Editorial team › 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 6 November 2026 · Friday Fiction Headland Harry Goddard He must have still been sore. I could tell from the winces he made as he scooted down the trail. Some unspoken agreement of not hitting other people’s children — and the circumstances of me not being that type of kid — spared me from the same punishment. I was taken to my parents who agreed I would have to work off the damages, and I must have mowed the lawn once, or cleaned the family car. 4 November 2026 · Film MIFF, Minotaur and the politics of maternal reception Alicia Byrnes Maternal labour is, in the terms I’ve set out here, not labour at all. Noisy, unfocused, mobile, perhaps even sleepy — it is an affront to arthouse film viewing and therefore unserious.
