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Category: Fiction

Of course, there’s no point writing oneself into a corner or being labelled a one trick poet. So I’ve started writing fiction. Actually, I’ve always written prose. Poetry is for – oops.

  • imaginary cities: coni —

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    2 min read

    City of sleepy subways and swift downstrokes. City of empty apartments and overcrowded hostels. A city without inhabitants, only visitors. Disgruntled in their winter jackets, following memorised but outdated itineraries, tourists wander but do not take photographs. Information is posted on streetcorners but it has been superannuated. City of scripts and small change. Sweet rays…

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  • imaginary cities: cloni —

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    2 min read

    Downtown in the city of greige skylines: muskrats grope for cinnamon oranges in the shadows of a giant air-conditioning outlet. Who can see, who can ever tell. I yawned through the catalogue of an important import-export agency and then left the quiet surrounds of the riverside precinct for the subway station. Here, one finds the…

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  • imaginary cities: capa — (용량)

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    3 min read

    Autumn in the city of snow-stolen leaves. City of donkey’s eggs. City of the never-sleeping conduits, of seasonal employment as a street-painter. Reporting for duty, I am issued with a broom and a facsimile of a work of art. I am told that I must re-create this work of art by sweeping selected leaves from…

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  • imaginary cities: cadu —

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    2 min read

    Lost city of the broken draft, Cadu is a pile of turnips rotting in the moonlight, begging for a trundle. Sagacious as a small pea, its typical inhabitant wears a crown upon his head to hold his mirrors in. While the powers of the crown have been disabled, still its physical properties bear mentioning. In…

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  • imaginary cities: basi —

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    2 min read

    Go back to Basi. Get silly fresh. Tidy your hair. Check that every memory you can recall is actually yours. You may not get another chance to protest at the passing of time with such rigour. In Basi, where all the men wear shoulder pads, hoaxes are committed on a daily basis. Don’t be worried,…

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  • imaginary cities: auda —

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    2 min read

    Auda, city of burnt grass and black limousines. City of nudes and spider lilies. How the grass stands up even though it is on fire, whistling a harvest tune. By the railway lines, entropy rules: jagged weeds and mystery melons scramble for space, riddling the rails, disguising the sleepers with their fantastic tendrils. Like a…

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  • imaginary cities: atro —

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    2 min read

    This city with no streets but networks of amputated limbs. This officious city of criminal investigations and inquests whose soul is a square of cheap, grey carpet and a water dispenser. The tinkle of pachinko, the sudden sirens of attack. Those women with the hand bills, so stubborn and intent upon their mission, invading the…

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  • imaginary cities: anti —

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    2 min read

    A city of terminals.

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  • 50/49

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    3 min read

    Fifty days in the land of the morning calm. Forty nine nights in a city that breathes like a dragon. Forty eight days drinking cold coffee from cans. Forty seven nights without an Australian radio station. Forty six days stepping over puddles of spittle in the street. Forty five nights with a mosquito and a…

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  • The Sea Pigeons: “Hair Collapse”

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    2 min read

    DNRC051 | 7″ | 2004

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  • The Small Faeces: “Small Faeces”

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    1 min read

    DNRC050 | 7″ | 2004

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  • Mead: “The Mists of Thyme”

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    3 min read

    DNRC049 | LP | 2004

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  • The Separation of Powers: “Church & State”

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    3 min read

    DNRC048 | 2LP* | 2004

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  • The Hippocratic Oats: “Does”

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    2 min read

    DNRC047 | 7″ | 2004

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  • The Prigs: “Some People Are Just Aksing For It”

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    2 min read

    DNRC046 | LP | 2004

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