Lucas Grainger-Brown Lucas Grainger-Brown i(7233912 works by)
Gender: Male
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1 'We Three Hundred' Lucas Grainger-Brown , 2018 single work essay
— Appears in: Australian Book Review , April no. 400 2018; (p. 45-51)

'I signed away ten years of my life at high school. Three hundred or so teenagers did likewise around the country; from Sydney and Melbourne to the wind-rustle quiet of burnt umber townships. We had similar reasons – wanting to be heroes and leaders, chasing self-respect, escaping loose ends, following Simpson and his donkey.' (Introduction)

1 Genocide Tourist Lucas Grainger-Brown , 2017 single work prose
— Appears in: Meanjin , Spring vol. 76 no. 3 2017; (p. 10-13)

'The morning heatwave, having grown rampant on the city skyline, overspills into the streets of Phnom Penh. Our tuk-tuk driver drags a veil of dust through the heavy amber spears of sunlight. He wears a wholesome white cotton shirt and brown fisherman’s trousers. The urban musk of petrol, fruit and rubbish billows the fine fabric into a Michelin Man burlesque. He pilots with patient aggression around meteoric potholes and slaloming squads of mopeds. Rusting Ford trucks flaking green and white paint heave across tight corners, chickens screeching and pallets shifting in the back.' (Introduction)

1 Hope for the Body Lucas Grainger-Brown , 2016 single work short story
— Appears in: Going Down Swinging , no. 37 2016; (p. 138-149)
1 The Eleventh Sun God Lucas Grainger-Brown , 2014 single work short story
— Appears in: Voiceworks , Summer no. 99 2014; (p. 51-55)
' I go over to the door and lock Jim and me into my coffin-width apartment. Jim's sitting in his fat armchair, sipping from his flask. Staring at his finger - at the wedding ring he still wears. I pull out my watch and count the seconds. Because that's how you pass time on duty. Tick by tick. Tick by tick. And then: Boom...' 

 (Publication abstract)

1 Four Hour Pilgrim Lucas Grainger-Brown , 2013 single work short story
— Appears in: Offset , no. 13 2013; (p. 147-150)
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