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 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.