Published in Overland Issue 227 Winter 2017 · Uncategorized First home bile Allison Gallagher i am providing islands for a local land baron kept warm at night by investment properties dreaming of electric deeds the walls are not built to withstand harsh weather so i wrap myself in rental applications to prepare for the winter ahead accessorising with vestigial asbestoses herded into all these arbitrary divisions i watch your blood ache for something less ephemeral but oh, our bodies ground to dust by negative gears salaries having mostly sentimental value at this point i wonder what will become of the monoliths left towering over gentrified paradise these ultra-chic burial grounds now overpopulated by millennial skeletons crying silently into their superannuations Image: Homehome / Евгений макаров Read the rest of Overland 227 If you enjoyed this poem, buy the issue Or subscribe and receive four outstanding issues for a year Allison Gallagher Allison Gallagher is a writer from Sydney. Their debut chapbook is Parenthetical Bodies (Subbed In, 2017). Writing has appeared in Overland, Potluck, Scum Mag and Kill Your Darlings, among others. They also sing and play bass in the band Sports Bra. More by Allison Gallagher › 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 24 March 202524 March 2025 · Gaming Life in the valley: in praise of three video games James Tregonning All of these games are interventions situated inside cultures of death. They very much depend on the master’s tools. For some, that might not be radical enough. To me, it feels honest. These games take as their starting point the places where we find ourselves, both in terms of video game culture and our wider biopolitical environment, and they look for ways to challenge it, to develop or change. They believe in our capacity to grow and evolve. They recognise that there is no gap between today and tomorrow. We must build to where we want to be from where we are. 21 March 2025 · Friday Fiction Wearables Jake Dean Heidi drops slowly to her knees in a move she hopes looks seductive but, judging by the click in her netball-ravaged patellas, probably looks anything but. She grabs him, Joe’s whole body tensing for an instant, and puts him in her mouth. His eyes roll back.
