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 First published in Overland Issue 228 30 January 202331 January 2023 History On class as a product of struggle Jared Davidson An understanding of class as a relationship and a process, and the expanded terrain of class struggle that comes with it, has the potential to unearth or reappraise key events and narratives in our colonial pasts. First published in Overland Issue 228 27 January 202331 January 2023 Cartoons In attacking us, they bring us together Sam Wallman 'What these bosses don't understand is that in attacking us, they bring us together.' (Paddy Crumlin, Maritime Union of Australia, Svitzer Rally November 2022)