August 20th, 2012


Update from Kajones_writing

This week, there's an update about the move and which series will feature in upcoming months.  There's a question post about choosing character names.  You can read brief descriptions of the individual worlds in the World Walkers setting, as far as those have been developed.  Vote on which series should be the September focus.

No new fiction this week.

Half-Price Poetry Sale: Path of the Paladins

This sale is now SOLD OUT.  Thank you for your support and enthusiasm.

This week the poetry of Path of the Paladins is on sale for half-price, since the August 7, 2012 Poetry Fishbowl made the $300 goal.  This fantasy series touches on themes of faith, morality, perseverence, gender studies, and making the world a better place.  You can read more about Path of the Paladins on the Serial Poetry page.  Currently available are these poems:

"Supernal Nature" -- Shahana and Ari discuss what it means to be a goddess.
186 lines, was $93, sale price $46.50  SOLD

"But One End" -- While visiting a village to barter for supplies, Shahana and Ari run into trouble and discuss the consequences of a violent life.
173 lines, was $86.50, sale price $43.25  SOLD

"Ashes, Ashes" -- Shahana and Ari work to restore a burned meadow.
42 lines, was $20, sale price $10  SOLD

"Swimming Against the Tide" -- A mercenary ponders where his life went off its intended track.
78 lines, was $39, sale price $19.50  SOLD

If a new epic is opened, but not completed, during this sale then it will still keep the sale price of $.25/line until finished.  

Here is a PayPal button for your convenience.  If you prefer another method of payment, let me know and we'll discuss options.


Monday Update 8-20-12

These are some posts from the later part of last week in case you missed them:
Poem: "Stitching Time"
Crowdfunding Creative Jam
Bug Invasion
Benefit Auction
Poem: "Moonlight and Muzzles"
New in Torn World

The half-price poetry sale for Path of the Paladins is open and will run all week.

Poetry in Microfunding:
"An Amazing Carriage of Amber and Jade" is now complete.  "The Lost and Found Legion" belongs to The Silk Road Allies.  It is being funded in installments by marina_bonomi, and describes how China and Italy came to form an alliance.  "A Bug on the Wing" belongs to the series P.I.E.  The police ask Brenda to figure out what weirdness has perturbed their computer system.

Torn World writing update:
Approved as canon: "Squiggles: Excerpts from Nleimen's Journal," (fiction) "A Gift of Time" "Shards of a Different Past" (poetry).  Back to me for edits: "Breaking the Ice," (fiction), "Patterns in the Grass" (poetry), "Half-Leg," (nonfiction). Currently in front of the canon board: "The Bones of Need" (fiction), "The Girl Who Wanted Too Much" (poetry), "Ghost Bat" (nonfiction).  Drafted: "Cutting Cords and Clasping Hands," "Like Ash Before the Wind," "From Dark to Bright," "Beached Fish," "The Inappropriate But Useful Disposal of Lettuce" "A Thin Red Trail" "The Museum of Mortality" "Finding the Holes" (fiction), "Changes in the Wind" "Old Feelings, New Feelings," "Five Red Beads," "The Urge to Fly," "Lullaby for a Nap at Noon," "Camping on the Lost Road," "Neighboring Attractions," "The Widow-Keeper's Lullaby," "Starfall in Red and Blue Time" (poetry), "Publishers in the Empire" (nonfiction).  In revision at home: "Water Dance," "When the Wind's Teeth Sing," "Raining Kittens," (fiction), "Breeding the Perfect Fighter," "The Smallest Invaders" (poetry).  Currently writing: "Catch of the Day," "Reaching for the Moons" "Winterheart" "A Cold Clear Night" (fiction).

The weather here has been cooler and intermittently overcast, with a couple of storms.  The lawn is slowly turning green again.  So that's a little encouraging.

Poem: "Ashes, Ashes"

This poem came out of the August 2012 Creative Jam.  It was inspired by a prompt from wyld_dandelyon.  It has been sponsored by the_vulture.  This poem belongs to the series Path of the Paladins, which you can find via the Serial Poetry page.

Ashes, Ashes

Ari was crying, tears trickling
down her cheeks in silent streams
to drip and splash in the fine grey ash.

There was nothing more left of the meadow
where they had walked earlier in the summer
The green-gold grass was gone, and the dancing flowers,
and the little village where they had stopped to eat.
The silver creek was choked with charcoal mud,
the fish washed up in stinking rows along the banks.

"It isn't right," Ari said hoarsely,
and Shahana could hear anger as well as grief
grinding together like gravel in the girl's voice.

"Of course not," she agreed, "but it is our job
to put right what we can."
Shahana twisted the trowel in her hand,
prying apart the hard-baked crust of earth
to drop seeds into the soft dark soil below.

"Do not worry, Ari," said Shahana. 
"Fire is not a new thing,
even if the hands of men have put it
to new and darker uses now.
The world knows how to respond.
With a little help, it will restore itself."

The runkled earth bit into her hands as she worked,
and her knees ached inside their armor,
but Shahana kept on until the last seeds
had been sown, a mix of grasses and flowers
that would aid the meadow's own reserves.
Soon enough the army's destruction would be undone.

Shahana dug one hand into the dusty earth
and reached the other toward the dull grey sky.
"Come, rain," the paladin murmured,
"it's time to water the flowers."

Ari turned her face to the woolly clouds
as the first drops began to fall,
washing the tears from her cheeks.

Behind the two women,
a small herd of unicorns
crept toward the creek,
dipping their horns into the water
to cleanse it even as the thickening rain
began to rinse the ashes from their coats.


Poem: "Swimming Against the Tide"

This poem came out of the May 1, 2012 Poetry Fishbowl.  It was inspired by prompts from siliconshaman, wyld_dandelyon, and rowyn.  It has been sponsored by the_vulture.  This poem belongs to the series Path of the Paladins, which you can explore further on the Serial Poetry page.

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Congo Poem

We watched the movie "Expendables 2" today, because I enjoy watching crazy guys blow shit up.  I was surprised to hear a snatch of poetry quoted at the end of the movie, thought I recognized it, and yes, it's from "Congo" by Vachel Lindsay.  It's a very powerful piece of rhythmic poetry.

New in Torn World

You can now read my article "Diseases in the North: Overview."
Explore diseases appearing in Northern culture and stories.

My poem "A Gift of Time" has also been posted on Torn World.
Elders play a vital role in Northern culture.

If you like these items and want to see more like them, please consider sending me credits or karma through Torn World's crowdfunding options.  Not a Torn World member, but still want to support the work? I have a permanent PayPal button on my LJ profile page.