Published in Overland Issue 231 Winter 2018 · Uncategorized Allotment #10 Laurie Duggan A track marked by broken branches traverses Redhill Wood to the pheasant farm; an access road leads to the dismantled Southern Line at Bishopsbourne, home of the orchidist and the church whose organist slipped gently off his organ stool. The Nail Bourne’s waterless this year, up from its bank cubes and cylinders cut from a fallen tree leave a rough negative Image: Blue cascades / flickr Read the rest of Overland 231 If you enjoyed this poem, buy the issue Or subscribe and receive four outstanding issues for a year Laurie Duggan Laurie Duggan has lived in Britain for the past twelve years and is about to return to Australia. His most recent book is Selected Poems 1971–2017 (Shearsman, 2018). More by Laurie Duggan › 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 8 July 20258 July 2025 · Fiction Off Jo Langdon Christa has gone off me, and it’s all I try not to think about—packing angles of chopped watermelon into tupperware, filling our drink bottles, walking with Lila towards the park. 3 July 20253 July 2025 · Fiction Harvard Estate is Aneeta Sundararaj Whispers of Ratna’s death on the morning of 8 December 1941 spreads throughout Harvard Estate. Policemen witnessing the lifting of her body out of the well are careful to side-step an agitated cobra in the undergrowth. Until her burial, Ratna’s eyes remain open, as though she’s looking at a ghost.
