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Man and Seagull

“We can lift ourselves out of ignorance, we can find ourselves as creatures of excellence and intelligence and skill. We can be free! We can learn to fly!”
Jonathan Livingston Seagull, Richard Bach

The photo was taken in Belize but it was too dark to catch much detail particularly of the gull, so I substituted a different one.

A Series of Approximations

Another excerpt from the book. I’m getting there slowly, but since I have clients — well you know the drill.

Tom Allen’s cliff house above Pfeiffer Beach in Big Sur was full of wonders and oddities and one of the reasons Jax liked to visit even though there were no typical kid things to do. This weekend—this birthday of Jax was different. All three of them were in a state of transition. Jax was leaving the single digits of childhood, Sara had begun a year of metamorphosis unsure if she would emerge a butterfly, and Tom had stepped out onto the rocky edge of madness. The essence of all that could be seen as transformative, but it was as unstable as the water below.

A Taste of Chapter One

Here is a taste of the first chapter of the first book in a series in the genre of adult urban fantasy. It is fundamentally fiction but includes actual journal excerpts.  It is a mixture of journal entries, narration, and artwork—full page sketches I’m creating for each chapter (not the piece shown here).

In memory of the year 1994, who died peacefully in its home located at what was previously the end of a disastrous 1993 and the culmination of 3.37 years of glory days with Jon. Sara likes to think of those days that way. Glory days. The days of tequila shots and hours of lavish sweaty sex. No. it wasn’t just sex—that’s just a physical act any two fools can perform with little or no training at all. Those 3.37 years were transcendent—inter-dimensional—Delphian—different than any before.

Learning to Fly

Getting ready for a show at the end of November. A few new pieces but lately I’ve been concentrating on the book. This one – Learning to Fly is an old favorite I did about 10 years ago. The original is sold but I’ve decided to release it again in print.