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 First published in Overland Issue 228 30 January 202331 January 2023 History On class as a product of struggle Jared Davidson An understanding of class as a relationship and a process, and the expanded terrain of class struggle that comes with it, has the potential to unearth or reappraise key events and narratives in our colonial pasts. First published in Overland Issue 228 27 January 202331 January 2023 Unions In attacking us, they bring us together Sam Wallman 'What these bosses don't understand is that in attacking us, they bring us together.' (Paddy Crumlin, Maritime Union of Australia, Svitzer Rally November 2022)