Published in Overland Issue 229 Summer 2017 · Uncategorized To the only begetter Aidan Coleman For WH Like rope and pulley work to hold up pink and stodgy cherubs. Like the apple of my iPhone, faint of charge. Like the superfluity of biker’s arms or the big and little words of lovers’ cells. Like the stylised tantrum of youth rejecting the tutelage you feigned. Like shy graffiti or the bling of cases. Like the cashing trees. Like toddlers hovering at the margins, where dragons used to be, or a high-speed ransack of outdoors. Like sudden mushrooms blooming pages between or the screwdriver of your pocket knife taken to canvases. Like your skywriting jet gunned down mid-cliché. These trifles. Read the rest of Overland 229 If you enjoyed this poem, buy the issue Or subscribe and receive four outstanding issues for a year Aidan Coleman Aidan Coleman has published two poetry collections, the most recent, Mount Sumptuous (Wakefield Press, 2020). He is an Early Career Researcher at the JM Coetzee Centre for Creative Practice at the University of Adelaide. More by Aidan Coleman › 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 2 29 May 202629 May 2026 · Politics Zionism in real-time: insights from the Royal Commission on Antisemitism and Social Cohesion Nick Riemer While the Royal Commission sits, Israel continues to murder and starve Gazans as they try somehow to survive. Since the genocide is, indisputably, the necessary overarching context for a discussion of antisemitism in Australia at the present moment, it is perverse that the Commission has refused to hear from the Palestine solidarity movement. 27 May 2026 · Reviews Losing our sense of struggle: Fiona Wright’s Kill Your Boomers May Ngo The precarity described in Kill Your Boomers feels mitigated — more existential than material. It’s the precarity of being lost in your life, rather than the threat of having to sleep out on the streets.
