Published in Overland Issue 248 Spring 2022 · Poetry Poetry | Wednesday at Gunyah Sarah Pearce i’d like to count two million freckles as a mindfulness exercise fat yellow moon slung low across the water jordan peterson says not beautiful rosewater spreads across the sunset sky brit mum still hopeful after four miscarriages, one in toilet morning sun glints fierce and wide from the ripples amber heard colluded with the dog i wrap myself around my coffee as hard as i can try to keep from lying through my teeth there’s a tern sunning itself on the end of the jetty victoria beckham says thin is old-fashioned megan fox celebrates birthday wearing dress if you mess with the beaver you get the cleaver freezing sea winds upon impact for a second i wonder will i make it Sarah Pearce Sarah Pearce is a poet and researcher from Tarndanya/Adelaide. Her work appears in Aeternum, Outskirts, Meniscus, writing from below, TEXT, The Suburban Review and various anthologies. She has held residencies at Adelaide City Library, FELTspace gallery and Gunyah and performed at Blenheim and Adelaide Fringe Festivals. Her writing concerns female embodiment, the Gothic, queer narrative(s) and mental health. More by Sarah Pearce 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 15 May 202326 May 2023 · Poetry Poetry | Two poems by Ouyang Yu Ouyang Yu You have to do it badly. If it is poetry, even more so, because there is no because. If you write like you were the best in the world, you are the worst because you pretend too hard. Too harsh, too. Why do you want to be the best? Is that because you are a lack or there is a lack in you that you feel like filling up all the time? Even when you are named the best, does that mean anything? 1 First published in Overland Issue 228 21 April 20232 May 2023 · Poetry Poetry can already be free Ender Başkan There’s a regime of logic that we can call Australia, that we can say on many fronts is also a fiction. Any poem that meets Australia within its logic, taking it at face value, will be boring and it might be competent. If you use an AI app, it will definitely be competent AND boring materially, but conceptually it’ll be amazing, in that it met evil (management speak/the invisible hand/terra nullius) with cunning, with another kind evil—amoral, not immoral.
