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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.

  • Fuzz Charge: “Ah, The Mighty Fuzz Charge!”

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    1 min read

    DNRC020 | 7″ | 2003

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  • Girt By Sea: “Trawler”

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    1 min read

    DNRC019 | EP | 2003

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  • Stung: “Dream of the Blue Pipe Cleaners”

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    2 min read

    DNRC018 | LP | 2003 | DELETED

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  • Maple Lanes: “Maple Lanes”

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    1 min read

    DNRC017 | LP | 2003

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  • Teh: “93602”

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    1 min read

    DNRC016 | LP | 2003

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  • Sluice: “Time, Gentlemen”

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    1 min read

    DNRC015 | LP | 2003

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  • Cruns: “Extra Hair”

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    1 min read

    DNRC014 | 7″ | 2003

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  • In a Dark Fibre Age

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    21 min read

    for R ó ìIf I have done my job well, what you are about to read will be seen as an analysis of the mechanisms and repercussions of catastrophe, a hitherto unknown explanation of our history, and a chilling warning for the future.î David Keys, Catastrophe [1999] Brother Germaine’s room was located at the top…

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  • Jet Moon

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    2 min read

    Jet Moon doesn’t have a ticket but she’ll ride on to the next station. She’ll get off, ride the escalator upwards and emerge onto the street. It’s raining in Tokyo tonight. She’ll pass by a comic book stand, plastic meals in a window. Rain sluices down the window. There is a bar on the street.…

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  • Tram Recovery Vehicle

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    2 min read

    Last night I was walking along Queens Parade when along came an old green tram. I think it was of the kind that they refer to nowadays as “W-Class”: like the City Circle trams, only green. The tram was going very slowly, heading along Queens Parade towards Westgarth. I began to worry for the tram,…

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  • Shuttle

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    4 min read

    Weapon le Monde was shitting himself. What with Dapto running late, evac counting down and the whine of the scarp shuttle now approaching the interexchange, chances were this day would turn out as shithouse as the last one. And the two or three before that. Okay they’ve all been shit, he thought, since the fucking…

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  • Davey Dreamnation: “Intake”

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    1 min read

    DNRC013 | EP | 2003

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  • I am the penguin

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    2 min read

    Tyrone hears me coming. He?s got the back door open as I pull up, heaving, in a compressed mess of jass-fumes and the motorway?s electricity evaporating out of me. “Davey, jack your freaking payload, hey? I?m not burning hydro time hanging around for any more scenarios, okay?” “Buff my ram, Tyrone!” “Davey?” “Kick it, man…

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  • imaginary cities: vera

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    3 min read

    if velo wears a cardboard crown then surely vera appears draped in green. her streets lean lovingly into nature strips, storm drains and kerbs. through electric streets traffic whirs as through a blender, anti-clockwise, in unsprawled packets. and the ever insisting mosquito, its visa due to expire momentarily then mysteriously validated, like a light switch…

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  • imaginary cities: velo

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    2 min read

    velo city, the velvet night trips me, i can’t see jack via fistlight. this causeway’s all gone soupy, overpasses to nowhere, streetlights disappearing like forests or an empty highway. how they thought they’d inhabit this sprawl of a mountain, i don’t know. thirty five ke-los from one end to the other, grand population: zero. even…

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