Published in Overland Issue 227 Winter 2017 · Uncategorized Spotless Luke Beesley To try and write say like Mallarmé ah malted tie anodyne or write it. I had a notice envelope inside and I went into the kit. The bag had an antidote to my own, or own poem, which was pronounced ownp. Ownp up an unlatch in tea, int an assertion. I went up to it. Parked. The quarter poked out. I played embarrassed Joel Barish in that garish genre Montauk cop character and gaudy. Twofold chalked up Twombly touched a back step on Sol LeWitt photography. Secretly new noticed. Entities. At a quarter past three I went. Ahem. A religious repetition. 4/10 of an anecdote intended, the rest a consequence interred troubled dream. Folding chair quantity. Endangered try. (We do dupe.) In the third person wore a coat in weather. Aunt. We go into the ligament of a family brush. Her out couch cushion! Image: Quarter drop / Andrew Malone Read the rest of Overland 227 If you enjoyed this poem, buy the issue Or subscribe and receive four outstanding issues for a year Luke Beesley Luke Beesley is a Melbourne-based poet. His fourth poetry collection, Jam Sticky Vision, was published by Giramondo in 2015. More by Luke Beesley › 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 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. 20 March 202520 March 2025 · Reviews Searching the sites of memory: on Azza El Hassan’s The Afterlife of Palestinian Images Norman Saadi Nikro The after of El Hassan’s afterlife is never merely an after, but rather is always becoming after. In her hands, the remains of plunder assert themselves as mobile “sites of memory” — to borrow a compelling term from the late Toni Morrison — activated by a people, Palestinians, striving not to be erased from history.
