A homeless body on Toronto’s streets lives in mythic ruminations, passes through death, and resurrects fully here, now – there being nowhere else to BE. Hughes’ writing is poetically rich, literary, replete with allusion, and mysteriously elusive. The title Faces refers to false faces, our terrifying mask which we deny, and yet which when acknowledged, unexpectedly heals and makes us whole. Faces submerges us into an epic Jungian journey in an everyday world transformed unrecognizably by artistic appreciation.



A scripture for the scientific view of existence which, surprisingly, discovers both free will and purposefulness in a material universe. Beginning with basic awareness, Hughes traces how individuality exists even in a universe of unbroken continuity and how representation distorts our perceptions of ‘things’, including ourselves. By describing the process of decision-making according to contemporary neuroscience, Hughes finds that we do not act probabilistically, deterministically, or randomly, but rather creatively. Terms are carefully defined in a series of Questions modelled on (of all things) Aquinas’ Summa. As the book proceeds, the argument for our creative individuality becomes clarified, based upon two insights: Freedom is not an ability to choose, but a response-ability that chooses; and whatever can be said of humans can be said of the universe.;jsessionid=1166FC3AB07AB57304095A71E4E76DEF.prodny_store01-atgap05?ean=2940155594949&st=AFF&2sid=Draft2Digital_7968444_NA&sourceId=AFFDraft2Digital


A declaration of the neuroscientific human. Who are we? How does the brain produce our identity? Written in plain words for non-specialists, The unConsciousness Manifesto describes what it means to be human according to contemporary scientific findings. In no-nonsense terms, this brief pamphlet concisely and forthrightly overturns centuries of speculation regarding human identity, pointing to the biological basis of decision-making and invention.



Satire Science Fiction

An asteroid obliterates Earthkind except for one human who time-travels 60 million years to the future-planet now re-civilized by a new species … Everyone raps with three voices each … A messenger visits Earth from millions of light years distant, but has forgotten the message … Climbers climb down, into brains … Go grating, probing, and crack-crawling … All this in language that is “a bit off”. In 1/f2 noiz, Zhizham texts, emails, ootubes, and tweets us in a nonstop racket of malapropisms, irony, and hyperbata. Prepare to have both nose and leg pulled out of joint, tongue and ear twisted, and brain fart.


Pulp Fiction

Two centuries before Blackbeard or Morgan, the Caribbean is an unknown factor to Europeans. On the eve of the Conquistador invasion, only a few runaway slaves and castaways share the lands with the native inhabitants. Amongst these is Sin, reaver, plunderer, wanderer, seeking adventures and resisting her implacable enemy, the expanding Astorian Empire. This book chronicles her emergence as a youth to become the direst warrior of her epoch. Raised in a lustful, swaggering, violent world, Sin’s tale is both arousing and repulsive, ghastly, grueling, and exhilarating. Daunted neither by torture nor demonic perdition, Sin defies what no other woman (or man) dare confront, pitting her courage against all challenges, prepared to fall in battle or to rise triumphant.