I print & sell books through Dancing Star Press, send rare dispatches from periods of shore leave, convene rarer-still meetings of the Late Night Late Plays Reading Group, & live most often in exile from fair Ladonia.

Once, I climbed trees, maintained starlight convenience, took notes on pebbledash, overstayed at the Barbican, translated scraps of swedish science fiction and a few stanzas of norwegian poetry, and looked often and lovingly at these book covers.

Some friends on the web . . . photos and writing by William Pan; fellow American-once-in-Edinburgh Alex Wheaton; music by John Roberts and Alex Liu; graphics by Lauren Graycar and Harsh Patel; films by Nathan Rickard; an abandoned blog someone once made for my father . . .