Book Seven

Let me celebrate this for a time: my seventh chapbook exists! I began this chapbook-trailing journey with a number called "Seven Moves"; a victoriously looney rant at the magic commune for not getting with the rebellion.

This was seven years ago! I haven't lost my sense of count. My chapbooks have taken me through deserts and across oceans since then, and I can't believe at how it comes full circle all the way back to the art form which inspired it to speak up.

Magic has been with me since last century, and I wouldn't trade my swordly adventures for any other experience another art-child could have provided. I've always suspected that to be a magician was to be a journeyman. And now, I suspect all journeys are infinite, moving in heaven-sized circles as one with the world and the sun and stars.

I also suspect souls are swords, which is why I am at peace moving unarmed toward new adventures with my incoming child and wife whom I've crossed oceans and wandered deserts just to find. I am at that point of no-sword needed- God had said so when lightning struck the second I signed away my professional magic career aspirations by taking the 9-5 office job. I don't fear. I serve no profits, no bosses; only the paths and wind gusts God sends me on and those I am committed to Samurai-dying to myself for.

And with that, a seventh chapbook drops from my pens the way a warrior monk drops his spear in favor of meditation. I am a soular magi at peace with where I've been: no awards, no tours, only a few gigs and newspaper articles. And a dojo called the House of Flying Cards whose magi have raised my art-child into what it is today. I love magic in and out of the spotlight; in the quiet shade of a gig-less day as much as in the rush of a crowd on a stage.

I am closing this era with book seven: "When Swords Vanish." Get your copy at http://www.antinoart.com/a-mart.html

My hands are now tied to one less worldly possession- let's see where this added degree of freedom leads.

-antidote