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 1 6 November 2026 · Friday Fiction Headland Harry Goddard He must have still been sore. I could tell from the winces he made as he scooted down the trail. Some unspoken agreement of not hitting other people’s children — and the circumstances of me not being that type of kid — spared me from the same punishment. I was taken to my parents who agreed I would have to work off the damages, and I must have mowed the lawn once, or cleaned the family car. 4 November 2026 · Film MIFF, Minotaur and the politics of maternal reception Alicia Byrnes Maternal labour is, in the terms I’ve set out here, not labour at all. Noisy, unfocused, mobile, perhaps even sleepy — it is an affront to arthouse film viewing and therefore unserious.
