Published in Overland Issue 243 Winter 2021 · Poetry Out of time Angela Gardner You can’t ask a replica of a replica to get in the wrongness, to rise up. I’ve stuck my head in the algorithm unable to find an exit. Look, I’m in the network until it rights itself, I have body armour and a weapon. The day is warming : plume baton tear gas. Ahead of me a bot runs through coin slots of wrecked light, senseless with fright. Read the rest of Overland 243 If you enjoyed this piece, buy the issue Or subscribe and receive four brilliant issues for a year Angela Gardner Angela Gardner practices as a poet and a visual artist and is currently Australian Poetry’s Cafe Poet in Residence at GOMA. More by Angela Gardner › 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 March 20248 March 2024 · Poetry POETRY Gareth Morgan as if a poem were a person, me, i get up in the morning / i buy coffee in a can, and wait / you have to keep calm, “don't get upset” / or it fucks everything up. the bosses who tell me this / are wise but stupid troopers. this is a political poem 16 February 202419 February 2024 · Poetry Two poems from 36 Ways of Writing a Vietnamese Poem Nam Le But think about the children, super cute children, mute children, with uncommonly big eyes, children with hard eyes, eyes that have seen what no child’s eyes should see, children naked as the day wearing big smiles and no smiles, preternaturally wise, with mooned-out tummies and cleft palates and cataracts, deformities and birth defects ...
