Published in Overland Issue 215 Winter 2014 · Uncategorized Sydney Paul Giles We blunder through each business meal. to watch big business make its case A Mark so many came to feel Mark of money. Mark of place. The many claims for men he took. So many women claim his mind. The many feels: how many look. For pants-led damages we find In her killer-David claim Many other store’s agreed. That the bosses harmless name phoned the flames of Savage deed But most in daily press we claim. How her power-digger work touched unwelcome women shame And gagged in gold our Fraser-Kirk * based on ‘London’ from Songs of Innocence and of Experience, by William Blake; with text 100 per cent recycled from ‘The damage done’, by Fenella Souter, in the Sydney Morning Herald Good Weekend, 4 December 2010, pp. 16–24. Paul Giles Paul Giles graduated from a Master of Arts majoring in English Literature, and since then has spent his time teaching English and/or bartending in Sydney, Seoul, and Auckland. He now lives in Bogota, Columbia. More by Paul Giles › 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.
