Posthuman Blues

I was surfing Amazon and found that someone had uploaded this large-format image of my 1995 book "Illumined Black." It appears slightly worn, which suggests someone might have actually read it.





Author's warning: While you're perfectly free to read "Illumined Black," don't expect brilliance. I wrote the bulk of the short-stories in high-school. There are a few neat moments, but for the most part "IB" reads like what it is: a first book by a self-indulgent writer enamored of weird concepts but with no real clue about what makes people tick.