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Issue Details: First known date: 2019... vol. 29 no. 24 1 December 2019 of Eureka Street est. 1991- Eureka Street
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* Contents derived from the , 2019 version. Please note that other versions/publications may contain different contents. See the Publication Details.
Summeri"Time skirts a property's perimeters, where a woman considers years of herding and fencing. And fractures of", Paul Hetherington , single work poetry
Trianglesi"Triangles chime in the hands of boys and girls. Tall windows scatter dusty light. At lunchtime the headmaster", Paul Hetherington , single work poetry
As You Like Iti"Mostly it's a problem of memory. There's a man twirling his cane in a familiar film, but you're convinced you've", Paul Hetherington , single work poetry
Wingi"How that feeling, like a wing, held to her body — shifting in thought until the swan was most of what she was; her", Paul Hetherington , single work poetry
Butteri"You don't know the word for butter, so you spend seconds miming the way it froths in the pan. The owner of the", Paul Hetherington , single work poetry
Trimountainei"Vestiges; lumps of rock and dirt; the origin of a name. 'We have shaped the earth; filled the bay.' Taming a three-", Paul Hetherington , single work poetry
Tearsi"I arrive at the party and a man in a yellow coat thrusts a bag of bananas. Some are green, others are so ripe they", Paul Hetherington , single work poetry
Lozengesi"She writes from the Protestant Cemetery in Rome: 'I love Keats' headstone; it's taken me back to the poems.'", Paul Hetherington , single work poetry
Foldi"The clock folds time into its face. We're looking at a magpie on a wire, raising its wings as if to shape air. A", Paul Hetherington , single work poetry
Musici"Music is an old Eagles song and your hands are on my body. Was that thirty years ago, hearing my heartbeat like", Paul Hetherington , single work poetry
Nocturnei"The darkest nights were on the farm.", Jena Woodhouse , single work poetry
Wanderersi"A scientist has likened them to ‘flying weeds’,", Jena Woodhouse , single work poetry
Clive James' Poetry of Memento Mori, Philip Harvey , single work obituary

'Obituarists sharpened their quills in 2014 when word had it the death of Clive James was imminent. Since then we have witnessed a late flowering of poetry, reviews and articles tinged with mortality that revealed to the last his Twainian flair for journalistic self-promotion, albeit in the internet age. Now the quills are out in earnest.' (Introduction)
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