Published in Overland Issue 211 Winter 2013 · Uncategorized The shearwaters Jules Leigh Koch the break and enter of a flock of shearwaters migrating across a frozen cube of air the size of a small ocean flying through one vacant block of winter upon another their wings tearing strips of wallpaper from the sky changing the night to day then back again piercing the universe they make an arrow head before reshaping themselves into a long tideline like a driftnet to fish for stars Jules Leigh Koch Jules Leigh Koch is an Adelaide-based poet. More by Jules Leigh Koch › 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 18 December 202418 December 2024 · Nakata Brophy Prize Dawning in the rivulet of my father’s mourning Yasmin Smith My father floats words down Toonooba each morning. They arrive to me by noon. / Nothing diminishes in his unfolding, not even the currents in midwinter June. / He narrates the sky prehistorically like a cadence cutting him into deluge. 16 December 202416 December 2024 · Palestine Learning to see in the dark Alison Martin Images can represent a splice of reality from the other side of the world, mirror truths about ourselves and our collective humanity we can hardly bear to face. But we can also use them to recognise the patterns of dehumanisation that have manifested throughout history, and prevent their awful conclusions in the present. To rewrite in real time our most shameful histories before they are re-made on the world stage and in our social media feeds.
