HEAT Series 3 Number 4

‘If I wanted stillness, I’d build a bungalow,’ writes Ella Jeffery in ‘Supertall’, a poem that envisions life in 432 Park, the world’s tallest residential building. HEAT Series 3 Number 4 explores the tensions between house and home, nature and suburbia, earth and outer space. Clare Murphy uses the language of plants to tell a thorny story of urban development. A series of photographs by Yanni Florence reveal hidden images on city streets. Irish writer David Hayden shares a filmic vision of the Sydney suburbs in his short story ‘Marrickville Light’. Two poets, Ella Skilbeck-Porter and Ella Jeffery contemplate cats and real estate. And Luke Beesley and Amy Leach go further afield, conjuring worlds that sit somewhere between the real and the imaginary.

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Clare Murphy Pioneer Species non-fiction
Yanni Florence Trees and Fences photography
Ella Jeffery Four Poems poetry
David Hayden Marrickville Light fiction
Ella Skilbeck-Porter Four Poems poetry
Luke Beesley Two Stories fiction
Amy Leach Amen to Nonsense non-fiction

Artwork by Hossein Valamanesh

From the issue

I was sitting on a park bench in winter waiting for my spine to register the chill. The sun was on the side of my face, and I could hear a soccer match. I tried to follow each player without looking at the oval; the players scattered and flickered, and I wanted to be the literature, the story – was sick of merely gusting at the side of it. I figured the first step would be to get cold, to be still, and yet activate a thought. To run my fingers.

Cat’s Pantoum / Cat in curve, perched on the side table / She said, holding out her hand / House cat leans forward, leaps: / A dislocation finds its moment

Australian voices remind Kate of dead people. The people she loved as a child, who loved sun and ciggies. More than life itself, as it turned out. A large cup of syrupy black coffee was on the bench table. Her left hand was bunched in a fist to conceal a dozen or so almonds. She pinched out a couple with the fingers of her right hand and passed them to her mouth, crunched and chewed, and took a drink.

Keats wrote that ‘Twang dillo dee’ – which means ‘amen to nonsense’ – should be written across the backs of politicians and ‘at the end of most modern Poems’ and on all American books...

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HEAT Series 3 Number 4

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Two Stories

Four Poems

Marrickville Light

Amen to Nonsense

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