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Issue Details: First known date: 2012... vol. 71 no. 1 Autumn 2012 of Meanjin est. 1940 Meanjin
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Contents

* Contents derived from the , 2012 version. Please note that other versions/publications may contain different contents. See the Publication Details.
Reading Fractalsi"Does it surprise you how it seems good,", Rachael Mead , single work poetry (p. 155)
Gaps, Mike Ladd , single work autobiography
'We first see our son sitting on the grass, reading near the Hyde Park fountain, the one with Apollo on top, Diana and Theseus and Aristaeus in the pool below. He arrived before us, so we approach him from a distance through the cathedral of fig trees.' (Author's abstract)
(p. 156-162)
Keats by the Spanish Stepsi"By evening when the flower sellers have gone,", Andy Kissane , single work poetry (p. 163-164)
Firebug, Fiona Britton , single work short story
'Davey woke up to a racket. Someone was hammering on the door fit to knock the old place off its rotten stumps. He stumbled down the wooden stairs and caught sight of the clock on the kitchen wall: it was seven-thirty in the morning and hot as Nun's bakery already...' (Author's abstract)
(p. 166-175)
The Sofa, Michael McGirr , single work short story
'At the height of the craze for Liam Couch, buses edged down our street three or four times a day as tourists sat in the open upper deck listening to a commentary. We could hear every word of it, over and over. The bus stopped outside Couch's concrete mansion and the guide told everyone to look closely at the wrought-iron front gates. There was a prize for the first person to notice something special. Eyes came slowly out from hiding behind cameras. Eventually somebody, usually a kid, noticed that one of the gates wasn't properly hung. It rested on the ground and was held in place by barbed-wire...' (Author's abstract)
(p. 176-181)
The Rest is Weight, Jennifer Mills , single work short story (p. 182-188)
The Crowi"Beneath a rising, callow sun", Peter Minter , single work poetry (p. 189)
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