Published in Overland Issue 207 Winter 2012 · Uncategorized ‘Clouds fall like snow on the sky’s clear rocks’1 Sam Langer one way is for the temperature to fall this happens on clear, calm summer nights. a cloudy sky acts these clouds do not produce rain or snow when clouds appear these look like scales of a fish, like ‘alto’ clouds fall and consist mostly of water, except during winter when cooling may occur during a clear, calm night accumulate as an ice cap, some water infiltrates deep into the ground as though describing how water moves, even though clouds are absent in a crystal clear blue sky. the sky was clear. the rocks were described as polished pebbles. the crust on the top of it seemingly fell from the sky along with fresh snow. every day, a money rock, also known as a bell rock, will randomly appear, striking smiles. a clear waterfall whose blossoms fall into the entrails. do you see a rock orbiting earth? the sky clouded and a light rain began to fall. 1 Gig Ryan, ‘Fog (1)’, Pure and Applied, Paper Bark Press, Brooklyn, NSW, 1998 Sam Langer Sam Langer was born in Melbourne but lives in Berlin. He edits Steamer and has published two chapbooks: Law You Can Eat (Munted Beyond Press) and Topaz (Bulky News Press). More by Sam Langer › 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 1 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.