Published in Overland Issue 223 Winter 2016 Uncategorized Still dreaming Susie Orpen When I woke that morning I felt as if I had a slight fever; warm and viscous with the slippery perception of vertigo. My vision was clear, but tepid and it slid. There was the suggestion of oblivion in the periphery, like optical vignetting, like low blood pressure. Movement was a slow, shaky playback. My whole body listed sideways – I was an ungainly ship, and the air had waves in it, twittering, full of static. Read the rest of Overland 223 – If you liked this article, please subscribe or donate. Susie Orpen Susie Orpen is an emerging poet writing in Melbourne. More by Susie Orpen 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 25 November 202225 November 2022 Poetry Poetry | Summer animal Jini Maxwell This summer I can feel myself turning back into an animal. I wake up early and seek out trees, walking through the expansive quiet of the park until the heat starts feeling sharp on my skin. I leave the blinds closed, so when I return home the building is dark and familiar, and as I shut the door behind me I feel a satisfaction I can only describe as territorial. First published in Overland Issue 228 24 November 202225 November 2022 Politics ‘Sir, please get me the Manager’: Brazil before and after Bolsonaro Guido Melo By then, although young in age, I already knew about those rituals of humiliation and how they were part of my Black family's lives. I also knew that surviving those daily interactions required putting my head down and following the instructions received with no hesitation. I must have had ‘the talk ‘with my parents when I was eight or nine. Life was just like that. Being Black in Brazil means living in a war. No one should ever go to war underprepared.