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 23 April 202623 April 2026 · The media The importance of democratic frequencies: on the threatened closure of 2SER Daz Chandler 2SER operates not just as a broadcaster, but as an incubator of democratic culture, its alumni carrying forward practices shaped by collaboration, dissent and accountability to community. 21 April 202621 April 2026 · Reviews Pilled to the gills: Ariel Bogle and Cam Wilson’s Conspiracy Nation Cher Tan The question that Conspiracy Nation implicitly raises isn’t why people believe in conspiracy theories but rather why people have stopped trusting official narratives. But what do we do with this knowledge? When we call something a conspiracy theory, what work are we doing? Who benefits from that designation?
