Published in Overland Issue 236 Spring 2019 · Uncategorized Things fall away Anne Elvey the moment a tree consoles with its rooted stem that stands and asserts what you also bear toward the coherence of earth. A mutual ken crosses species between things that travel and things that stay in place. Leaves give wind its multiple voice as they shift your long recollection of a soul’s green night. You are again a girl. Skip Skip Skip the tor on the pavement. Hop Hop Hop over chalked lines. You retreat from old need. A dog rests her head in your lap. A magpie seems to know how you feel about song. Read the rest of Overland 236 If you liked this poem, buy the issue Or subscribe and receive four brilliant issues for a year Anne Elvey Anne Elvey is a poet, editor and researcher, living on unceded Bunurong Country. Her most recent poetry collections are Leaf (Liquid Amber Press, 2022) and Obligations of Voice (Recent Work Press, 2021). “Intents” is forthcoming with Liquid Amber Press in 2025. Anne holds honorary appointments at Monash University and University of Divinity, Naarm/Melbourne. https://sunglintdrift.com/ More by Anne Elvey › 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 17 January 202517 January 2025 · rape culture Neil Gaiman and the political economy of rape Emmy Rakete The interactions between Gaiman, Palmer, Pavlovich, and the couple’s young child are all outlined in Shapiro’s article. There is, though, another figure in the narrative whom the article does not name. Auckland city itself is a silent participant in the abuse that Pavlovich suffered. Auckland is not just the place where these things happen to have occurred: this is a story about Auckland. 20 December 202420 December 2024 · Reviews Slippery totalities: appendices on oil and politics in Australia and beyond Scott Robinson Kurmelovs writes at this level of confusion and contradiction for an audience whose unspoken but vaguely progressive politics he takes for granted and yet whose assumed knowledge resembles that of an outraged teenager. There should be a young adult genre of political journalism to accommodate books like this.
