Published in Overland Issue 235 Winter 2019 · Uncategorized Origin story Siobhan Hodge I come from string, stringmakers and mining pots, clusters on coasts, boot in the backside of sodden sheep, clipped coats and pared hooves. I come from oil and grindings, sheen of pared gears and rank stink of tyres melting on foreign soil. I come from wind. Riding on drifts that swell over skies that want no part of their trauma, fallen things, falling things. I come from little birds on garden walls, small archways cut so that children could climb from one garden to another, calling auntie wherever a woman is found. I come from chipped mugs and fractured teeth, trampoline perils on the edge of the park at night. I come from slick pavements, dark with ice and the spotted tracks of cars struggling the ancient bends in Christmas snow. I come from the moors, lands long cropped now smeared with sheep and stuck on postcards I queue to buy with fuel. I come from cement grey beach, then yellow of builder’s sand, now white that glows to warn off sailors creeping in at night. I come from words that aren’t my own, wearing badges that claim names, snip birthmarks, swap broken backs. I come from peace, to be always going, tied to the ribs of a black mare that will never arrive where she should. Image: Dương Trần Quốc on Unsplash Read the rest of Overland 235 If you enjoyed this poem, buy the issue Or subscribe and receive four brilliant issues for a year Siobhan Hodge Siobhan Hodge has a PhD in English. She won the 2017 Kalang Eco-Poetry Award and 2015 Patricia Hackett Award. Her poetry and critical work has been published and translated widely. Her new chapbook, Justice for Romeo, is available through Cordite Books. More by Siobhan Hodge › 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 8 December 2023 · Fiction Fiction | The Victims Emma Jayne Willson Every morning I checked the Director’s calendar to ensure there were no meeting clashes, no opportunity for her polished façade to slip. Once I’d made the mistake of booking two meetings without leaving ten minutes between them, thus forcing her to run across the sprawling campus. She arrived late for her meeting with the Provost, […] First published in Overland Issue 228 7 December 20238 December 2023 · Food Righteous appetites: the dilemmas of the ethical omnivore’s diet Jaimee Edwards The pastoral is our setting for the good life that puts the 'ethical' in 'ethical sausage'. The websites for small-scale farms and ethical meat butchers around the world look like brochures for retirement living. Together, the happy animals, their conscientious handlers, and ceremonial butchers form a picture of aligned values.