Published in Overland Issue 229 Summer 2017 · Uncategorized Issue 229 Editorial team REGULARS Editorial 2 giovanni tiso 14 alison croggon 72 tony birch 88 Contributors 126 FEATURES mel campbell 3 a quest for critique 25 years of playing Crystal Quest allan drew 16 indefatigable wings The persistence of Milton michaliA arathimos 34 Napalm, Guns & underwear Ten years after the Urewera 18 dean biron & suzie gibson 41 Sleeping the deep, deep sleep How we read disasters natalie cromb 74 australia’s custodial culture Still stealing Aboriginal children maura edmond & jasmine mcgowan 81 we need more mediocre women! Sexism in the arts lachean humphreys 119 one of three banned books The censorship of suicide brooke boland 124 a library for the future On Norwegian spruce trees Fair Australia the 2017 fair australia prize 49 fiction caoimhe mckeogh 90 her SJ finn 102 infiltration alice MELIKE ÜLGEZER 109 freedom POETRY Leif mahoney Eight horizons 21 ali jane smith quarry 22 stuart barnes from nonets 24 jessica l wilkinson serenade 25 aidan coleman to the only begetter 26 band | aid 27 fiona wright after the festival 28 fire poem 29 jonno revanche some climb 30 nicholas powell clean surfaces 31 michael farrell fiat in turin 32 artwork laura wills guest artist issue 229: cover; illustrations pages 3, 49, 90, 102, 109 brent stegeman all other artwork 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 22 November 202422 November 2024 · Fiction A map of underneath Madeleine Rebbechi They had been tangled together like kelp from the age of fourteen: sunburned, electric Meg and her sidekick Ruth the dreamer, up to all manner of sinister things. So said their parents; so their teachers reported when the two girls were found down at the estuary during a school excursion, whispering to something scaly wriggling in the reeds. 21 November 202421 November 2024 · Fiction Whack-a-mole Sheila Ngọc Phạm We sit in silence a few more moments as there is no need to talk further; it is the right place to end. There is more I want to know but we had revisited enough of the horror for one day. As I stood up to thank Bác Dzũng for sharing his story, I wished I could tell him how I finally understood that Father’s prophecy would never be fulfilled.
