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 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 […] 7 May 20267 May 2026 · Gaming Weaponised play: are loot boxes pokies for kids? Tom Gurn In the last decade, chance mechanics have been increasingly exploited by the video game industry to attract players, including very young ones. And while the federal government is clearly aware of the risks, it really isn’t clear what the right step forward is.
