Published in Overland Issue 212 Spring 2013 · Uncategorized This Robert Verdon garden has a history like the great white-capped wall built across the horizon seen from the Snowy Mountains Highway before Nimmitabel in early spring which comes up with the onions planted in memory one millennium they will be dug in, back into the magma … the hot garden under the frame watching the worms escape a lazy child, just watching stretching, fetching things begrudgingly and bored but disinclined to work, or play just watching, dreaming being a pod of dolphins diving across the waves like waves while the garden grows and I am old snow falling deeper every day life rushes like a tabla words curl like worms in the sun my frame of plastic broken by the cats and my one cactus left run wild and this … Robert Verdon Robert Verdon is a Canberra-based writer of poetry and prose. He came second in the 2012 WB Yeats Poetry Prize. More by Robert Verdon › 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 29 November 2024 · Climate politics Pacific nations can’t afford to be hypocrites on human rights Kavita Naidu In the Pacific, we know that climate change is exacerbating a human rights crisis. Our survival relies on the world following international law to limit the warming that threatens our people and shores. Yet the recent trajectory of Pacific governments picking and choosing which rights to defend and which to ignore is deeply troubling. 27 November 202427 November 2024 · Cartoons So much to tell you: or, piercing plant tissue with needle-like mouth-parts Sofia Sabbagh Looking for things meant I could enjoy the feeling in my body. Something like hope, or friendship.
