after Judith Crispin’s Self-Diptych There are bees at her mouth and birds at her eye – flying. The dust, so scattered as froth on a wave, passing. Her pores open to the breath’s quotation: address the horizon; look to the moon. Her mind, open.
Overland is a not-for-profit magazine with a proud history of supporting writers, and publishing ideas and voices often excluded from other places.
Subscribe | Renew | Donate November 9–16 to support progressive literary culture for another year – and for the chance to win magnificent prizes!