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256 Spring 2024

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Overland 256 is the third issue in a suite of four special editions dedicated to commemorating 70 years of Overland. Inside its pages you'll find: Daniel Browning on the politics of memory, Antonia Pont on impatience, Sarah Wehbe on Palestinian fury and joy, and a special editorial by our departing poetry editor Toby Fitch. There's also new short fiction from Rowan MacDonald, Bethany Lalor and Amalia Stone, and new poetry from Josie Suzanne, Tim Loveday, Lulu Houdini and more.

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Tim Loveday

Tim Loveday is a poet, writer and educator. His work explores class, masculinity, rurality and climate collapse. In 2024, he came runner-up in the Cloncurry Poetry Prize and was a finalist in the Montreal Poetry Prize, The Griffith Review Emerging Voices Prize and the Best Australian Yarn. In 2023, he won the Venie Holmgren Environmental Poetry Award and was shortlisted for the David Harold Tribe Poetry Prize. In 2022, he won the Dorothy Porter Poetry Award. You can find out more at: timloveday.com

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Published in Overland Issue 256 Spring 2024 · Teaser

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Published in Overland Issue 254 Autumn 2024 · Fiction

Crime and Punishment

Tim Loveday

The OH&S officer’s name is Lucy, though she looks like a Karyn to me. This is the sort of epiphany I have after an hour of listening to her tell us, over and again, that knowing your fire exits will save your life. We’re all sitting in Sunshine bookstore’s staffroom, where Clare, the sometimes-manager, has set up a whiteboard and a bunch of chairs; she’s in her mid-twenties, just a few years older than me, and I have this funny feeling she wants to ask Lucy, where are the fire exits, exactly?

Published in Overland Issue 249 Summer 2022 · Fiction

Aftermath

Tim Loveday

Ray puts his mouth up to the gap between the window and the car door-frame. Still, everything smells of burning. Smoky air grazes his throat, punches his lungs. His head spins and he slumps back into the driver’s seat. No matter what he does, he can’t stop his hands from shaking. I could go out, he thinks, find her.