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Issue Details: First known date: 2015... vol. 74 no. 4 December 2015 of Meanjin est. 1940 Meanjin
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Contents

* Contents derived from the , 2015 version. Please note that other versions/publications may contain different contents. See the Publication Details.
Missing, Omar Musa , single work short story
'Maria slid the toilet window across and pressed her aquiline nose to the flyscreen, searching the car park below uneasily. Nothing but the gleam-wobbling macadam and a few cars. 'Bickie!' she called in a sing-song voice. 'Bikkiiiie!' Usually, as soon as she called, she would see the cat's stripy form appear from behind a bin or emerge from a bush and come loping over the asphalt from afar. Then, after half a minute, he would burst into the flat, both needy and haughty, waving his tail with patrician entitlement. Like a dog, the way she could call and he would come. But not this time...' (Abstract)
(p. 81-87)
On the Death of the Pasti"There will be momentary mourning...", Christopher Palmer , single work poetry (p. 84)
Elegy Written in a Dead Metropolitan Libraryi"Preferring the ceilings of turnpikes and mountains, stay put for change, a coming gravitational reversal...", single work poetry (p. 104-105)
Mad Monks and the Order of the Tin Ear : The Medievalism of Abbott's Australia, Louise D'Arcens , Clare Monagle , single work essay
'The Middle Ages have had a lot of bad publicity lately.' (Abstract)
(p. 106-113)
A Word in Your Ear : The Speech Is the Poetry of Politics, Joel Deane , single work autobiography
'Most days my dog Berkeley, a black labrador-cocker spaniel cross, takes me for a walk. If there's time to kill, we weave through the 1960s-era suburban streets of Doncaster and follow an underarm of greenery that runs beneath the shoulder of the Eastern Freeway. If Berkeley and I are full of beans, we run to the freeway and back - a circuit just shy of five kilometres - although we've never mastered the heartbreak hill that is High Street. If time is tight, or I'm lazy, we amble to the oval at the end of my street, where Berkeley sniffs the backsides of my neighbours' dogs for 20 minutes then announces she's ready to return home by crapping in the grass beside the concrete cricket pitch.' (Abstract)
(p. 114-118)
Hit-lips, Cat-knackers and The-dog-fondler, Warwick Newnham , single work short story
'Scott Reef in the morning and as the sun begins his haul upwards fixt upon the zenith the sea is glass coruscations of red reflected iron ore deposits in the Kimberly. Dawn is magnificent. The ocean is stilled like opal opulence save for the wake astern a lone trawler as she ploughs her way along the contours of the Nor-West Shelf. Mackerel skies are reflected, ruddy refractions of the dawn's early light...' (Abstract)
(p. 119-123)
Syawi"It takes more than one day to weave a syaw..", Erin Shiel , single work poetry (p. 121)
Sinking in the Sublime : The Wreck of the SS Admella Resonated in Colonial South Australia's Art and Soul, Stephen Graham , single work essay
'The final resting place of Henry Holbrook, a young man of 'most exemplary character' as his obituary in the Adelaide Advertiser reported, lies in the shadow of a cypress tree.' (Abstract)
(p. 124-131)
Ode: On an Imprecise Subjecti"A garden fence and open field...", Dugald Williamson , single work poetry (p. 129)
Lossi"Dog otter, forgetful squire...", Michelle Cahill , single work poetry (p. 138)
Apologia to the Convertedi"The bush is absurd with bloom...", Judy Durrant , single work poetry (p. 149)
From Their Brilliant Careers : Marcus Steele (1864-1924), Ryan O'Neill , single work biography

'Marcus Steele, widely regarded as Australia's greatest novelist, short-story writer and poet, was born on 1 July 1864 in Newcastle, New South Wales. His father Peter, a carpenter, and mother, Elsie, were Scottish immigrants. Little is known of Steele's early life save that it was a difficult one, marked by dire poverty, and his parents' undemonstrative nature. Steele excelled at reading, writing and mathematics, and at ten years of age he won a scholarship to Sydney Grammar School, where he was in the same class as Banjo Paterson, though the two boys never became friends. The first of Steele's poems, a scrap of juvenilia called 'The Man from the Hunter River' (now sadly lost), dates from this time, as does his short story 'Wife of the Shepherd', which won first prize in a writing competition held by the school. Though the story was printed in the school newspaper, no copies are known to have survived.' (Abstract)

(p. 152-154)
Shit-Lips, Cat-Knackers and The-Dog-Fondler, Warwick Newnham , single work short story
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