There is no fascination. like that of observing shadows even as a child the idea of light playing with objects and time was more than simple diversion As a kid spending summers at grandparent’s lake home my east-facing room beckoned each morning to make an…

I feel the pull, hear the siren call Of books that push me into free fall, No sense of fear, or time or place In ocean abyss or the depths of space. I meet mercenaries, tyrants, a bloody pirate Delve into a psychotic mind and…