Published in Overland Issue 230 Autumn 2018 · Uncategorized Issue 230 Editorial team REGULARS Editorial 2 giovanni tiso 11 alison croggon 38 mel campbell 70 Contributors 94 FEATURES tony birch 3 Rise from this grave Stolenwealth and sovereignty Georgina Woods 13 Myth and consequence Through the lens of climate time Jennifer Mills 20 Swimming with aliens Diving in Whyalla ben brooker 40 ‘I’m afraid something might be coming’ On climate grief nicole curby 66 limbo A portrait of Jafar Jane rawson 72 One plot, at most The Australian short story Brigid Magner 78 From Grenfell to Gulgong and back The enduring appeal of Henry Lawson Jago Dodson 88 on track to utopia Re-imagining cities fiction prize Nic Low, Jennifer Mills, & ryan O’neill 33 Judges’ notes Laura Elvery 34 unspooling First place Fiction Farzaneh Pishro 48 an endless night liz allan 53 The light of things long buried rebecca slater 57 the cricket bat AS 60 locked poetry prize Ali Cobby Eckermann & toby fitch 26 judges’ notes evelyn araluen 27 Guarded by birds First place rae white 29 what even r u? Second place evelyn araluen 31 dropbear poetics Third place poetry fiona hile 85 liptrap chris brown 86 lights of home jill jones 87 Mouth form flower artwork Charlotte Allingham Guest artist issue 230: cover, illustrations pages 48, 53, 57, 60 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.
