Once Upon a Time…

… a group of fellow travelers, with much aide from their good neighbors, set about creating a film …

Ember Days” is a fantasy/action, community-powered art project, shot in Washington in the fall of 2010 as the brain-child of writer/director Sean-Michael Argo. The project is the result of an awesome effort from the pagan and arts community in the Pacific Northwest, Arkansas, and Texas too. Made for less than $35K, Ember Days is a true micro-budget film, daring to tell a story much bigger than its budget.

… and now …

Our story is told with limitless imagination, ripped free of all budgetary and worldly constraints. Go deeper into the world of warring gods, angels and the faerie with the novelization, exclusively on Amazon!

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Strange Works

There are the books we read, and we enjoy most of them… they entertain, they titillate, they inspire… but there are other, stranger works, that delve into the dirty business of living as a conscious entity in this ad-hoc physical realm, burdened as we are by our varying degrees of spiritual and intellectual awareness. Like the shopkeeper in The Neverending Story says, these books are not safe…

With this short entry I wish to discuss two ‘strange works’ as a way of recommending them to some or all seekers of such things as exist (or are imagined) beyond our immediate kenning.


THE FORGOTTEN GODS OF JOZI – For a moment, imagine that the Gods are borne out of human and animal imagination, a need to reconcile the unforgiving natural world through storytelling, manifested quite solidly in the perceivable realm as beings of vast powers, desires, and hungers. Gods of knowledge and portent. Gods of sex and lust. Gods of blood and gold. This novella takes the reader into the minds, histories, and hearts of gods who have been ‘forgotten’ in name, though remembered and ‘fed’ in deed, and play out their continuing drama of agendas and violence against the backdrop of modern Johannesburg, South Africa. This book is on amazon, as a kindle ebook, for $0.99 and is worth far more. In short, it will Cost you more to read it than the $0.99 you spend on it. I urge anyone who enjoyed Neil Gaiman’s book AMERICAN GODS to take this journey, because while the former is a seminal work of mythic genius, it is ‘safe’, and the Forgotten Gods of Jozi is most certainly not.


THE EMERALD BURRITO OF OZ – If there was ever a book of fiction that I would consider both an excellent novel-of-entertainment and a grimoire-of-living-magick, this would be it. If everyone on the planet could read this book, in their native tongue with culture-appropriate iconic references, the world would be a better, even if no less violent or sober, place to experience this darkly humorous cosmic farce we call LIFE. This is a bizzaro tale that is best described by the book’s own synopsis: ZOMBIE MUNCHKINS! TURD-FLINGING FLATHEADS! EVIL CORPORATE CONSPIRACIES! DELICIOUS MEXICAN FOOD! OZ IS REAL! Magic is real! The gate is really in Kansas! And America is finally allowing Earth tourists to visit this weird-ass, mysterious land. But when Gene of Los Angeles heads off for summer vacation in the Emerald City, little does he know that a war is brewing…a war that could destroy both worlds! This loving Bizarro tribute to the great L. Frank Baum is an action-packed, whimsically ultraviolent adventure, featuring your favorite Oz characters as you’ve never seen ’em before. Let super-hot warrior sweetheart Aurora Quixote Jones take you on a guided tour of surrealist laffs, joy, and mayhem, with more severed heads than Apocalypse Now and more fun than a barrel of piss-drunk winged monkeys!

I urge you, as someone who totally loves you, to purchase both of these books and read the heck out of them. If you are more of a cynical and sarcastic kinda person, then start with Burrito and work your way towards Jozi, if you are more of an optimist and positive thinking kinda person then get yourself to Jozi first and heal that hurt with a tasty Burrito.

Get these books, read them, and I promise your life will be more awesome.

Myths in the Making

As a storyteller my mind often grasps upon small ideas and builds worlds around them, weaving tales out of whatever twigs and straw might be laying around. This is especially applicable when it comes to raising my son, as his little mind is like a sponge and it is my job to ensure that his inner world is richly populated with history, song, color, and story. When he was first born I would often speak to him, as most parents do, in baby-talk, with a variety of nonsense words. One that I used more often than most was ‘aki-pati’, and he responded to it with smiles and grabbing my finger most of the time. One day my lady asked me what it meant, and challenged me to tell the story behind the word. What you see below is a rough draft of the story that fell from the tip of my tongue, one day to be polished and added to a growing stack of stories I will be telling him when he is older to help shape him as a compassionate and courageous human being.



Aki-Pati was a young man who lived on a remote island in the center of a vast ocean. The waters around the island had been over-fished by the villagers of his small community, and a giant shark begun terrorizing the villagers and driving away all the rest of the sea life. The people were not only starving, but trapped on the island, for when they tried to flee in their boats the shark would attack. Aki-Pati was a brave young boy, and had looked into the shark’s eyes during one of the attacks, barely surviving as the great beast shattered their oars and nearly sank the boat. He began to have dreams about a deep wind that blew from the ocean up to the top of the mountain, pushing him along as it drove him from the coast inland. Eventually he’d had enough and one night followed the wind in his waking life through a dangerous climb to the top of the mountain. When he reached the peak the wind told him about the shark god Kaiku, and that the god was blinded by rage at the villagers for taking so much from the ocean without regard, and so was punishing them for their disrespect. The deep wind told Aki-Pati that he could calm Kaiku’s rage by making him swallow a lava rock taken from the ancient volcano on mountaintop. The boy was afraid, yet knew that if he did nothing the village would remained trapped and starve, so he did as the wind instructed. Aki-Pati descended the mountain and went alone into the ocean, his path lit by the full moon in a cloudless sky. He made the difficult swim through the surf with a lava rock in his hand and a sharp knife in the other. He cut himself three times across his chest and the swirling blood offering brought Kaiku up from the depths, his teeth glinting in the moonlight as he came. Aki-Pati dove down to meet the god and when Kaiku opened his great maw Aki-Pati plunged his hand into the shark’s mouth, making it swallow the stone. Aki-Pati’s arm was taken as the shark closed its jaws and disappeared into the dark depths. The boy struggled to remain awake as he swam to shore, and as he did the deep wind called out to the villagers to rescue him and bring bindings for his wounds. When the sun rose Kaiku’s rage had ceased, his deadly fin no longer seen lurking in the crashing waves of the surf. The fish began to return to the waters, and the great shark allowed the people harvest them once again. Aki-Pati had risked his life and sacrificed his arm to save the villagers, ease the god’s rage, and restore balance to the sea. Long after Aki-Pati had lived his life and passed on to the next world, young boys and girls who were ready to make the transition into adulthood had to wait in silence by the sea until they heard the elders beat the drums, and then would climb the mountain. Once they reached the peak the elders would tattoo a ring of shark tooth marks around their left arm, just above the elbow, to remind them the cost of taking too much from the world, and to listen when the deep wind blows.

Hero Cult

A dark adventure story that may one day be a film. 

In a savage world of warring kingdoms and primeval forests two ex-heroes struggle with their dark past as a demigod of chaos hatches a daring plot to unleash the apocalyptic battle of Ragnarok in order to return the ancient magic of the mythica to a gray land long purged of terror and wonder.

Read the whole script HERE. 

In Dreams

When you have a collegiate education in theology and go to sleep while listening to a melodic metal station on pandora internet radio… what do you get? Myth soup.

I am of the opinion that there are dreams and what my compadres and I call “dream not dreams”. The mind and spiritworld both pull from our deeper subconscious (and beyond) to provide us with skins, images, themes, and characters to help us cope with and understand (or at the least interact with) our dreams. Sometimes a dream is just a dream, and we simply sleep, experiencing an interesting collage of images/impressions as our mind de-fragments while our body repairs itself. Sometimes a dream is not a dream, and instead of going inwards, we go outside (or deeper inside) ourselves into worlds and realms beyond.

When you are me, or someone like me, the dividing line between “just a dream” and “dream not dream” is a rather gray area, and admittedly I love it that way. So much of my creative work, from film to literature to poetry to music, and the way I live my life, is the result of existing in this gray. My dreams, more often than not, are like epic poems mixed with summer hollywood blockbusters, or campfire folklore mixed with high concept music videos.

I dream almost every night, I have dream recall in tremendously minute detail, and much of the time I am lucid dreaming, so it is small wonder that I strive for such in my waking life, and happily so.

What is Mythpunk?

Mythpunk refers to “a subgenre of mythic fiction” in which classical folklore and faerie tales get hyperpoetic postmodern makeovers. Coined by author Catherynne M. Valente, the term describes a brand of speculative fiction which starts in folklore and myth and adds elements of postmodern fantastic techniques: urban fantasy, confessional poetry, non-linear storytelling, linguistic calisthenics, worldbuilding, and academic fantasy.