Published in Overland Issue 207 Winter 2012 · Uncategorized poem a William Druce somebody is flinching by the mobile florist, getting lynched with fatigue and crumbed tobacco cascading everywhere like a film about a sleepless childhood. down an alley a few blocks away a barrister snorting coke knits his harvard muscle-cardigan with rusty spokes and quivers. everything quivers for the girl by the water, blinking icicles into her dead twins fluttering face. waves are making blankets out of us, and awnings build shelters from the rain. book x treats the leaflets like they are alight and yearning, and is under gender-surveillance making notes on the social dynamic of light-globe jokes. William Druce William Druce is a Melbourne poet doing a BA in creative writing at the University of Melbourne. More by William Druce › 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 15 May 2026 · Friday Fiction The structure Dominic Carew We made it to the park by eight. The winter sun was filtering through the far trees in a wan, lemon trickle, the thin clouds sheets of white. The cool sky a rubbed-at blue. The grass squelched beneath our feet and elsewhere, thinned from wear, the earth stretched grassless and muddy and, in some parts, released a thick mist. 8 May 202611 May 2026 · Nakata Brophy Prize The 2026 Nakata Brophy Prize for Young Indigenous Writers (Poetry) Editorial Team Please follow this link to enter the prize. Sponsored by Trinity College at the University of Melbourne and supporters, the Nakata Brophy Prize for Young Indigenous Writers, established in 2014 […]
