Published in Overland Issue 217 Summer 2014 Uncategorized I wrote lines during a period of insanity, too Emily Stewart after Gig Ryan Flung them on the riverbed which flooded that week next. Not short of invectives, I cursed pebbles as flint, startling the public of Wagga Caravan Park like a goanna loosed under leaves. What rot, said some, and I did believe them – with the brute finality of a gum limb struck down for brooms. Good-bye seventh sister, with your holy plaintive wings. Good-bye this underdress of drenched silk Dear accomplice, I can’t stand this ratio. The timbre of lunatic meets. Let us choose a better mooring for slugging bottles next; let us be less regretful. When did time start angling in, so diagrammatic, so anodyne? I hunker with a slew of digressions, mostly physical, layabouts, greying husks, what-have-yous. This night of nights features one darling wedding then the next: a blouse and blooms revue, or instances awaiting a long car trip home where I’ll couch tomorrow’s ache as somehow edifying Emily Stewart Emily Stewart is a poet and freelance editor based in Sydney. More by Emily Stewart 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 First published in Overland Issue 228 30 January 202331 January 2023 History On class as a product of struggle Jared Davidson An understanding of class as a relationship and a process, and the expanded terrain of class struggle that comes with it, has the potential to unearth or reappraise key events and narratives in our colonial pasts. First published in Overland Issue 228 27 January 202331 January 2023 Cartoons In attacking us, they bring us together Sam Wallman 'What these bosses don't understand is that in attacking us, they bring us together.' (Paddy Crumlin, Maritime Union of Australia, Svitzer Rally November 2022)