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EXPLORE MY NOVELS BELOW.

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Cicada


My eyes are closed, my body is warm and the soothing white noise ubiquitous to air travel makes me feel like this reality is, in fact, a dream.

I’m awake but I haven’t opened my eyes yet. I can tell that the lights are low beyond my eyelids and in moving my head here and there without really being aware of it, the various shades of non-black that I can see transition seamlessly before me.

I’m wading in the shallow clouds of sleep but they evaporate as my blood begins to circulate more vibrantly. Just then, in the delusional logic of a disappearing dream, the concept of darkness and warmth seem one and the same.

But then it’s gone and I can’t understand it anymore.

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Cicada


My eyes are closed, my body is warm and the soothing white noise ubiquitous to air travel makes me feel like this reality is, in fact, a dream.

I’m awake but I haven’t opened my eyes yet. I can tell that the lights are low beyond my eyelids and in moving my head here and there without really being aware of it, the various shades of non-black that I can see transition seamlessly before me.

I’m wading in the shallow clouds of sleep but they evaporate as my blood begins to circulate more vibrantly. Just then, in the delusional logic of a disappearing dream, the concept of darkness and warmth seem one and the same.

But then it’s gone and I can’t understand it anymore.

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CICADA

Two mass graves are discovered outside Mammoth Cave, KY in April, 2014.

Greg Coughlin is a 29 year-old junior designer at a game developer in Kansas City, MO who spends most of his free time visiting his ailing father at a skilled nursing facility in Overland Park, KS.

The day the the main suspect is identified to the public, Greg finds out the killer is his paternal grandfather.

While Greg struggles with this new information, he works with the lead detective on the case to try and get information from his father who is at the threshold of dementia.

Against the vibrant landscape of a midwestern summer, Greg finds a curious magic in uncovering his stained ancestry, reconnecting with his estranged family and looking for dead bodies.

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Arid Umbra


Dripping in amber shine the palatial ferry was drawn by the golden statues of twin baleen whales.

(escaped Mysticeti from the menagerie of Neptune's submarine carousel)

They rose and fell as if still slaves to the distant motion of that gargantuan amusement ride (churning through time) I drifted inside (driving in the tide) amidst an amalgam of crystal glimmer (chandeliers sconces lamps vanities globes) tinting my perception with the haziness of dream sequences found in old television soap operas (my god, it was all a dream!)

Drunk with light, I smiled and stumbled with the gentle movements of the structure (with the architecture, furniture and affectations of an old western piano bar saloon) as if afloat on a dark sea

(but the inside is dyed with liquid gold)

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Arid Umbra


Dripping in amber shine the palatial ferry was drawn by the golden statues of twin baleen whales.

(escaped Mysticeti from the menagerie of Neptune's submarine carousel)

They rose and fell as if still slaves to the distant motion of that gargantuan amusement ride (churning through time) I drifted inside (driving in the tide) amidst an amalgam of crystal glimmer (chandeliers sconces lamps vanities globes) tinting my perception with the haziness of dream sequences found in old television soap operas (my god, it was all a dream!)

Drunk with light, I smiled and stumbled with the gentle movements of the structure (with the architecture, furniture and affectations of an old western piano bar saloon) as if afloat on a dark sea

(but the inside is dyed with liquid gold)

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ARID UMBRA

Lydia has a new business model for her failing cord blood bank: reanimating dead human tissue. In the face of synthetic blood and stem cells, it's the only thing she can think of that will give her an edge to bring in new clients.

Glenn can make this happen - in theory. As a former data analyst for Lacunal Analytics, it was his job to use the raw data of reality to manipulate futures for unscrupulous clients. With the company long defunct and its practices now illegal, Glenn has to remain undetected as he renders these same illegal practices for freelance clients.

In working on Lydia's alternate future timeline (or AFT) Glenn comes across Cyrus, a mental patient with a unique pathology and a potential solution to Lydia's problem of bringing the dead back to life. But will it work? Is it real?As Glenn and Lydia work together, he becomes wary of her real intentions and she becomes suspicious of Glenn's power.

With an experimental layout, engaging marginalia, classic detective elements and a mind-bending conclusion, Arid Umbra will keep you guessing and haunt your psyche.

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A Model Universe


A Model Universe


A MODEL UNIVERSE

The Andromeda Armageddon. Everyone knew about it but no one understood it. Spacecraft debris fell from the sky after brilliant flashes burned the sky a blinding white. Post impact floods drenched the Santa Cruz beaches. Glowing chunks of metal destroyed homes, schools and even the Beach Boardwalk. Yet no one died. The sky fell for exactly one month. A subsequent investigation found that Project Analemma,  a since unknown private science organization, was somehow responsible. 

In an unprecedented stroke of grace and luck, I landed an exclusive interview with the organization’s director, Dr. Patrick Alexandre. But he just wanted a puff-piece. He must have tried to dupe every writer in town, baiting them with the potential for money and fame if they sacrificed their dignity - and I fell for it. But there was someone else involved who could redeem my journalistic integrity. Ryan.

Supermassive black holes, nebulae, exotic matter, wormholes, exploding stars, dinosaurs buried in the hills of California. Ryan, Project Analemma’s photographer, captured it all on film. He knows something, but he’s a ghost. A hazy presence in his emails. A disembodied voice in his studio.

I don’t remember how it all happened, but the evidence of my lost time is in this book. Words, photographs, documents. I must have pieced it all together myself. It’s all real. Very real. But with how everything turned out, I don’t understand why it all still exists. Where Ryan went. Why I still exist. But this is how it happens.

Pay attention.