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HEAT Series 3 Number 9

96 pages
21 x 14.8 cm
Published June 2023
ISBN 9781922725080
ISSN 1326-1460
Epub 978-1-922725-87-5
Epdf 978-1-922725-88-2

Editor

Alexandra Christie

Designer

Jenny Grigg

HEAT Series 3 Number 9

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The sun came out, momentarily, everything brighter, then the clouds came over and rain came down, sifting through the air. Looking over the city, a white curtain. – Antigone Kefala

This month’s HEAT offers revelations about the nature of intimacy and mortality. In her first fiction publication, writer and director Alena Lodkina shares two short stories that depict the knotty business of female friendship. Marianne Boruch, an American poet who spent 2019 as a Fulbright Scholar at the University of Canberra, has a triptych of poems about artistic practice. In elegant vignettes, Bonny Cassidy reflects on her father’s cognitive decline. Ender Başkan contributes three poems that cover parenting, family holidays, and ‘the erotics of bookselling’. And completing the issue: Antigone Kefala‘s last journals, which provide remarkable insight into the final months of one of Australia’s best (and most overlooked) writers, who died at the age of ninety-one in December last year. With her distinctive poetic sensibility, Kefala records the changing of the seasons and offers wry, exacting commentary on everything from interior design and online shopping to the mediocrity of Australian politics and media, the injustice of the war in Ukraine, and the futility of ageing.

Contents

Alena Lodkina  Two Stories  prose
Marianne Boruch  Three Poems  poetry
Bonny Cassidy  Memory Book  prose
Ender Başkan  Three Poems  poetry
Antigone Kefala  Last Journals  prose

Frontispiece by Sarah Mosca

 

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Two Stories

HEAT Series 3 Number 9
June 2023
I spent a few years working in cafés after graduating from art school. I didn’t see what else I could do. The work kept me moving, I was fed, had nice coffees and beers and wines, and most of all I enjoyed the many faces constantly passing in front of my eyes.
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