Published in Overland Issue 221 Summer 2015 · Uncategorized Magnetic Poetry Kit – mostly found Deb Westbury for Luke, 1981–1997 Never cook a tiny goddess or have less love. That summer we’d already lived with the smell for a long time before we knew where it came from or what it was. we pound petal boy leaving language and rocking you and raw puppy urges it has crushed you Inside the stove’s sheetmetal box, we found a small mummified mouse still hanging to the wiring by it’s fingernails. white light music gorgeous bed me diamond By then you’d gone. I took a photo of the room and everything in it, opened all the windows and drove away fast. through the dream shot a car mother likes the wind Deb Westbury Deb Westbury has developed a dual career as a writer and teacher. Deb resides in Katoomba and is actively involved with Varuna, The Writers’ House. Her poetry collections are: Mouth to Mouth (1990), Our Houses are Full of Smoke (1994), Surface Tension (1998), Flying Blind (2002), and The View From Here (2008). More by Deb Westbury › 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 18 April 202418 April 2024 · Education A Jellyfish government in NSW: public education’s privatisation-by-neglect Dan Hogan A private school that receives public money is not a private school: it is a fee-paying public school. The overfunding of private schools using public money is a symptom of a public service that has been rotted for a quarter of century by a political class with no vision beyond producing dubious, misleading statistics to deploy at the next election. 17 April 202417 April 2024 · Culture From the edge of the circle pit: growing up punk and girl in Indonesia Dina Indrasafitri Circa 1999, I sat on the floor in a poorly lit house on the outskirts of Jakarta, still in my grey-and-white high-school uniform. The members of the protest punk band Anti-Military were plotting their first album recording in the next room. Scattered around me were political pamphlets, zines and books touching on the subjects of anarchism, anti-work and anti-racism.
