Published in Overland Issue 221 Summer 2015 · Uncategorized Noosa Beach Philip Neilsen My first dead body is when I am ten. A buzz below the shimmer tells us someone has drowned. We kids stare at him lying there on the sand. His face is powder blue like the guesthouse cups and plates laid out by aproned women at breakfast. The hairs on his chest and belly seem too coarse for an escaping spirit. More like an animal on an accidental roadside. Out in the darker water surfboards prop against the swell opportunistic, waiting. People shoo seagulls and us away. We decide because his eyes are open, trying to drink the sky. Philip Neilsen Philip Neilsen’s sixth collection of poetry Wildlife of Berlin (UWAP) was shortlisted for the Kenneth Slessor prize in the New South Wales Premier’s Literary Awards 2019. More by Philip Neilsen › 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 9 December 20249 December 2024 · Militarisation War stories: how weapons corporations create social licence for genocide Wage Peace The weapons industry remains masterful at propagating a number of quite specific false narratives to misdirect attention, not just at arms fairs, but across all their operations. This goes far beyond misrepresentation of police violence on protestors, and cumulatively aims to generate a social license, including for genocide. 6 December 20246 December 2024 · Palestine The movement for Palestine is now… Sam Wallman "The movement for Palestine is now stronger, smarter, louder and better connected than ever before." (Noura Mansour)
