The Shining Ones look not on me
a simple hedgewitch by the sea.
My companions are the crabs and gulls
and the pretty flotsam on the shoals.
No stern Neptune at this beach
nor Aphrodite’s playful tease.
Here the Little ones frolick and play
while in the Deep, their Elders stay.
And should Posiden roar ashore
We shall appease Him even more
This demesne, this lonely beach
has naught for Great Ones to seek.
There’s only a hedgewitch and her Friends,
playing in the moon and sand.
Cole Park Cove, T.L. Ryder 2017
Made a new promo banner. I think I like this one better. Writing is one thing, promoting your writing is quite another. Promotion is a mysterious new land!
In which our hero does his world’s equivalent of “Hold my beer!”
Read Here on Wattpad
I don’t remember how you smelled,
nor the sound of your voice.
Your face is a distant memory,
your laugh– lost to time.
I only remember the terror, the hiding,
the always looking over my shoulder. . .
for the next phone call at midnight,
for the next foul thing to appear at my door.
Hurled words and objects were
your idea of “love”
Grab, break, hurt, mock. . .
pretend it’s passion, destroy it all.
Nothing left of “Us” but your malice
A stain of what I thought we were.
There were, are, never will be
memories of YOU.
And the first installment in my serial novel, Ran Shaipur, is up on Wattpad. Read it Here, if you’d like. I’ll be updating on Fridays and Tuesdays.
I have a lot of mixed feelings, angst, and trepidation about it all. It’s a quirky story that got both positive and anguished feedback from Beta readers. The anguished feedback was stuff like “people will think that you’re a bad person if you write this!” Alas, dear readers, I am not my characters and just because I can imagine a thing does not mean I am that thing, or that the thing is some deep desire from my subconscious. Goodness, do crime writers who write about serial killers get that kind of feedback? I hope not!
With Ran, I was going on the world-building premise that one day we humans would settle other planets. The settlers would be given supplies and support, but would mostly have to build their societies from scratch from local resources. And so while Ran is set in the far future, the local tech isn’t much above what we have right now.
Ran’s world, called Dobruja, is a forgotten backwater that’s somewhat resource-poor. While other planets may have managed to build and trade up to the highest tech and newest of everything, Dobruja’s been making do for a couple hundred years with no help from the rest of the galaxy. Don’t feel sorry for the Dobrujans, though! They (mostly) like it that way. Even so, as we open this story, Dobruja is in trouble, and more trouble is on the way. We’ll see what Ran does about it. Expect him to make a LOT of mistakes along. To paraphrase Firefly: “He’s a doofus, but he’s our doofus. Cut him some slack!”
Tomorrow (Friday June 30th) I’m going to launch a story on Wattpad. Here’s the cover!
According to my Uncle Bill
half the town was Koettings
the other half Keelers
anyone else in that tiny place had just married in.
A 70+-year-old bright-eyed Koetting rogue
Youngest of 9 or 10 or 11. . . I forget. . .
I couldn’t keep count of all
those strapping German-Catholic babies.
Everyone loved him, and he loved
Hogan’s Heroes, not M.A.S.H.
(too many commies in M.A.S.H, not his war)
He gave fatherly advice but didn’t usurp the role.
Koettings and Keelers and them
that had married in. Everyone loved him.
Son of immigrants, proud VFW inductee,
Texas farmboy, my mother’s sister’s husband.
Beloved Uncle Bill.