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HEAT Series 3 Number 4

96 pages
illustrated, Paperback, 21 x 14.8 cm
Published August 2022
ISBN 9781922725035
ISSN 1326-1460
Epub 9781922725547
Epdf 9781922725554

Editor

Alexandra Christie

Designer

Jenny Grigg

HEAT Series 3 Number 4

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‘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.

Contents

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

Two Stories

HEAT Series 3 Number 4
August 2022
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.
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Marrickville Light

HEAT Series 3 Number 4
August 2022
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.
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