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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.

  • Smoke Four

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    1 min read

    A small patio shelters one half of the small garden from the rain and sun, the white posts of its supports ringed by vines of an almost glowing green. I remember the smooth concrete floor and the warm blue walls from my first encounter with the house, on that spacey day when I would have…

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  • Smoke Three

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    2 min read

    ‘Aramis is still in the dark’. ‘Aramis is in the planning stages of streetlight-facilitation’, they say in the planning podcasts. It manufactures its own leaves. Beneath the dike, under the glow of the eave-lights, I reach Blvd. 2, Apartment 109/A. We should call it something, you’d said over the crystal clear line. How about, I…

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  • Smoke Two

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    1 min read

    On the platform at Aramis Underground I’m hit by a blast of hot air and steam as an intercity maglev lumbers out, bound for Avalon and the western Metropoles. I notice more platform hawkers here than on my first visit, the day I signed the lease. Airport interconnections, the tourist drill, okay. The raised concourse…

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  • Smoke One

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    1 min read

    I closed the door on our empty house for the last time, leaving the detritus of rental space – the video cards and home-delivery pizza menus, the old school telephone directories in yellow and white, sensor mood lights and triple flush, raked Japanese mini-garden and opaque pond, twin bins and water-efficient compost – for its…

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  • Smoke Zero

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    1 min read

    Rain falls like a scene change and I’m waking up in an empty field, sashaying ever so slightly on my airbed, scaring dust motes with my whoosh. Smelling smoke, controlling the intake of blue dust through my nostrils, knowing that I have to get up and fast, before the rain stops. It’s dawn. My handbag…

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  • The Way of Terror Nullius

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    14 min read

    Notes Pilgrims should follow the order of actions set out in the Cook Book, that is: Meditation, followed by Prayer. There is no obligation to visit each Station; nor is there any obligation to fast before or after the ceremony, despite the open observation of such rituals in some of the Pure Congregations. In public…

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  • Christy Burr: “Sunlight & Vodka Cruisers”

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    2 min read

    DNRC086 | LP | 2017

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  • Asthma Attack: “Blue Lint”

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    2 min read

    DNRC085 | 5LP | 2016

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  • Secret Secret Tour: “Papillon Downs”

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    2 min read

    DNRC084 | LP | 2016

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  • The Completists: “Everything and Nothing”

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    4 min read

    DNRC083 | 2LP | 2016

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  • Proxy Music: “Big Pixels”

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    2 min read

    DNRC082 | LP | 2015

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  • Image Disponible Prochainement: “Untitled”

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    2 min read

    DNRC081 | 7″ | 2015

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  • American Creek II

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    3 min read

    i. Leaves that flick at the years before me, maniacal, seething. The first of a now-suburban dead. With nobody watching him he softly buried grass. I chomp on weeds & in my sleep bears make me wear things that keep out the sound of American Creek. The wet candle is in the ground, all by…

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  • Strike Cities

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    2 min read

    Empty skyscrapers come bellowing the tune of the strike cities – across the railways and slipways, down the random boulevardes and blasted arcades, through the monumental parks and plastic conduits – their emissaries calling, each cubicle mapping the terrain of your capital, the inside of your liberty bell.

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  • Punk Fraud: “Dark Side of Uranus”

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    2 min read

    DNRC080 | LP | 2014

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