30 July 202126 August 2021 Main Posts / Poetry / Friday Poetry / Friday Features Poetry | News of the week (for women) Jane Gibian M.J. Moriarty of Redfern found his wife dead in the kitchen with her throat cut. A married woman named O’Connor died suddenly at Armidale. The coroner refused to give a death certificate until the contents of the stomach had been analysed. The body of Mrs Emma Gee, of Surry Hills, was found dead in Mr A. Stuart’s private baths at Como. Mrs Minnie Woolner, of Marrickville, died in the Alfred Hospital from carbolic acid poisoning. Lady and Miss Steere were thrown out of a buggy in Blackwood, W.A., Miss Steere’s ankle being broken. The body of Miss Bessie Gibson, missing from Manly since Nov. 1, was found in the surf at Freshwater. A verdict of suicide while under the influence of drink was returned in the case of Emily Anderson, a married woman, found drowned at Broken Hill. The Countess of Dudley, wife of the Governor-General, has had to undergo a second serious surgical operation. Mrs Blanche Maynard, after a quarrel with her husband, took lysol, and was conveyed to the Melbourne Hospital. Elizabeth Grace Clabburn, a married woman, was drowned in a dam at Zeehan, Tas. When recovered, the body was quite nude. An open verdict was returned. Note: All events reported in The Worker (Wagga/Sydney), November – December 1910 in the column ‘News of the Week’. Jane Gibian Jane Gibian is a poet and librarian whose new collection of poetry, Beneath the Tree Line, will be published by Giramondo in 2021. More by Jane Gibian 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 16 December 202225 January 2023 Poetry Poetry | Wombats shit candy Michael Farrell To avoid treading on a snake, I stepped on a land mine. Did this really happen, in my dream? No. Is it a fiction, then? Yes and no. The time I spend looking for socks is insignificant: lie, irony, or philosophy? Wombats shit candy. Joke – hallucination? This is in fact a truth claim. My poems: litanies of truth claims. 1 First published in Overland Issue 228 14 December 202225 January 2023 Reviews The moral risk of taking things too seriously: on Gareth Morgan’s When A Punk Becomes A Spunk Elese Dowden In his review of Lucy Van’s The Open, Gareth Morgan writes that Van writes 'against the impulse to ponder dutifully about the sins of the past and present.' This fucked me up for some time. What is it to ponder dutifully? But perhaps more importantly, how do we ponder in a way that's more … metal?