Published in Overland Issue 211 Winter 2013 · Uncategorized Issue 211 Editorial team Contents Regulars Jeff Sparrow – Editorial Alison Croggon Judy Horacek Stephen Wright Rjurik Davidson Features Stephanie Convery Pump On bodybuilding Jill Dimond Ned Kelly’s skull Who took Ned’s head? Jacinda Woodhead All those women Abortion and the Deep North Jennifer Mills and Benjamin Laird Paying the writers A dialogue about writing and money Anwyn Crawford The possibility of patronage The pros and cons of crowdfunding Giovanni Tiso ‘The Net will save us’ Political solutionism and the Five Star Movement Guy Rundle The one day of pure form The paradoxes of Anzac Ramon Glazov The innocence of Australians Security nightmare lit Anna Greer All at sea Sailing with Sea Shepherd Fiction Ryan O’Neill The traveller Helen Gildfind The ferryman Warwick Newnham Peregrinus Requiescat Poetry Louise Molloy Stop staring at my nuts Joel Ephraims Maelstrom Barry O’Donohue Vietnam ritual Philip Hammial Trapeze Angela Gardner Three Lessons from a Market Economy Jules Leigh Koch The shearwaters Stella Rosa Mcdonald Natural editors Cameron Lowe Watching the players Banjo James Take away sonnet John Leonard Autumn day Luke Whitington The swallows in Saint Peter’s Square Graphics Lofo 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.
