Published in Overland Issue 217 Summer 2014 · Uncategorized Hymns Ben Walter And can it be our voices need consoling, well we only link our voices at footy, guess he’d never been, corporate projection while naive alveoli clutch each other; there, a new tune circling, sacrifice your skewed larynx to a set of organs preying, howling at glass burned clear; where are the choir’s eyes? noble chords gilding trudged axioms, here among whoever we are, flapping still with sweaty paper shields, dank numbers listing, destitute lessons for those who would sing hymns. Ben Walter Ben Walter’s stories, essays and poems have appeared in Lithub, Meanjin, The Lifted Brow and many other publications. He is the fiction editor of Island. More by Ben Walter › 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 22 November 202422 November 2024 · Fiction A map of underneath Madeleine Rebbechi They had been tangled together like kelp from the age of fourteen: sunburned, electric Meg and her sidekick Ruth the dreamer, up to all manner of sinister things. So said their parents; so their teachers reported when the two girls were found down at the estuary during a school excursion, whispering to something scaly wriggling in the reeds. 21 November 202421 November 2024 · Fiction Whack-a-mole Sheila Ngọc Phạm We sit in silence a few more moments as there is no need to talk further; it is the right place to end. There is more I want to know but we had revisited enough of the horror for one day. As I stood up to thank Bác Dzũng for sharing his story, I wished I could tell him how I finally understood that Father’s prophecy would never be fulfilled.
