Published in Overland Issue 209 Summer 2012 · Uncategorized Cento Claire Nashar for Jonathan Dunk So then the Librarian said: ‘the Piggy Bank is pi times ratshit squared’ and left the building seeking tundra. Poor Heart-throb was so pleased and watched through narrow windows deeply-set as millions of moonbeam parted the curtains. I expect we were all jealous. Using up our atoms and getting fucked by handbags — just a provincial adjective, descriptive of what the very best eat for breakfast. Working breakfast? Wanking breakfast! But the coldness puzzled our brains: how to put more heart into 70 x 7 and how to soften a beautiful country having lobbed it tart last Christmas when Craigo loosed her dress and chattered carelessly without knocking: ‘I am! I am! a hologram made of spiders’ bones!’ Claire Nashar Claire Nashar lives in Buffalo, where she is a PhD student at the State University of New York. Her first book of poems, Lake, was published by Cordite Books. More by Claire Nashar › 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 […]
