Published in Overland Issue 217 Summer 2014 · Uncategorized Skater Tim Thorne A skateboarder hisses down Salisbury Crescent, the sound of a soluble Panadol in the glass. The night is packed full of fog. Only the rolling planet keeps the white air under control, delays the emissions of cinnabar, indigo, umber and jet, madder, vermilion, cerise. So the polity slides; the head-on traffic is to negotiate. What we are wrapped in blurs vision no less. Headlines are in black even on the radio so as to offer their own illumination. We became motorists back when the polls lit up like country pubs. Trucks, motorbikes are louder but I have learned to sleep through everything except what these tiny wheels do to the bones in my ears, knocking my brain out of sleep, loosening the lid of whatever dream was bottled up, bright and persuasive. Fragility is overrated, but it has its uses. Somewhere on a minor island something worthy of literal tragedy plays out. Meanwhile the circus tents are planted firmly, even though the clowns could never be trusted, and we realise they are there ‘for the long haul’ like some earnest NGO but without the moral compass. 3I find it hard to imagine myself into a critical instant, a need to swerve. Yet there is vicarious fear, adrenal, almost fugitive. When I wake up I’ll know that I was hearing him flow down the hill like cascading preferences on a ballot paper. Tim Thorne Tim Thorne’s fourteenth and most recent poetry collection is The Unspeak Poems and other verses (Walleah Press, 2014). In 2012 he was awarded the Christopher Brennan Award for his contribution to Australian poetry. More by Tim Thorne › 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 2 March 20244 March 2024 · LGBTIQ Irony of a faggot policeman Hiero Badge There is no such thing as a Queer cop, it is a contradiction in terms. Some officers may happen to be homos, bisexual and so on, but this is not saying much. Nobody is born a cop; they are acculturated and at some point, they choose it, and in choosing it, they sever any claim to Queerness and community. First published in Overland Issue 228 1 March 20241 March 2024 · Housing Freehold Elias Greig My father took us up to survey the damage, crying openly at the extent of it, at how much it would cost him to fix, at how beautiful his dream had been — at how no one had supported him in it. It was cold in the house, so we camped beside the fireplace. I did not sleep. The house sold, well below its value. We were, in one sense, free of it.