Poetry in Lockdown

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Editorial

In the first half of 2020, Overland received a small grant to help the magazine provide writing and publishing opportunities during the pandemic lockdown, part of a broader scheme by Creative Victoria to save the arts sector when so many jobs and gigs completely disappeared for so many artists. ‘Poetry in Lockdown’ is one outcome of this—

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Poetry
Category
Poetry

October monthly

my friend’s face is in a pile by the counter i compulsively reach out to touch it turn it over give her some privacy to observe that this is not what is usually meant by ‘covergirl’ is on the nose

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Poetry
Category
Poetry

Excerpt from 'salt'

We huddle under the eaves while it rains hard and you whisper something in my ear and it feels so good and I want to stay here a little longer but we have to make a run for it. The pavement is cracked and slippery so we take half steps in a bid not to lose control of our own bodies.

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Poetry
Category
Poetry

kulani

first water of morning the translation into English dries my grandmother’s mouth spoiled water she spits on the pads of her fingers dabs them on the crook of my neck

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Poetry
Category
Poetry

The new place

now children, it’s time to begin the rotations I. yellow light step upon the timber floor you remember this place practice recite along the line you know this homely institution

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Poetry
Category
Poetry

Leaves to the imagination

Standing in the shade of a lion statue or ode to the temporary Schoolchildren desultorily leaf through emails and posts Lunchtime on their collective mind presumably as it is mine When a person is a faun they’re expected to be highly sexed

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Poetry
Category
Poetry

The well

just try and stop a mind rolling back from cooked fish and a clear horizon—fervor’s up along the pier, just quick food and all these bodies blow on hot bones in bitter wind