Published in Overland Issue 229 Summer 2017 · Uncategorized Fire poem Fiona Wright after Jim Jarmusch Lighting, perhaps, the cigarette of the woman you love for the first time – still carrying matches, for their smell, the way they suck the air in that first second. Lighting, perhaps, a mosquito coil, the single candle on a birthday cupcake: late summer, the cold kitchen floor. Lighting, perhaps, the letter you’ll never send, the tender skin inside your wrist, a gas oven with a broken pilot, nothing to steer yourself by. Nothing, lighting nothing, but holding the dead head, black and brittle in your hand. Read the rest of Overland 229 If you enjoyed this poem, buy the issue Or subscribe and receive four outstanding issues for a year Fiona Wright Fiona Wright’s new essay collection is The World Was Whole (Giramondo, 2018). Her first book of essays Small Acts of Disappearance won the 2016 Kibble Award and the Queensland Literary Award for nonfiction, and her poetry collections are Knuckled and Domestic Interior. More by Fiona Wright › 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 19 April 2024 · Friday Fiction Stilted J.E “Mahal” Cuya One hour after midnight. Everyone in rooms. Living room – dark. Table look like monsters. Like death. TV on stand. Netflix Logo. No one watching. Residents asleep. They have dementia. 18 April 202418 April 2024 · Education A Jellyfish government in NSW: public education’s privatisation-by-neglect Dan Hogan A private school that receives public money is not a private school: it is a fee-paying public school. The overfunding of private schools using public money is a symptom of a public service that has been rotted for a quarter of century by a political class with no vision beyond producing dubious, misleading statistics to deploy at the next election.