Wednesday, July 30, 2025

Kickstarter Journey: Incredible Start! Followed by Bumps in the Road...

 My Kickstarter Journey had an incredible start! Within the first 48 hours, five people came forward and gave me enthusiastic support! Within another week, two more people pledged!

But I have had some bumps in the road. I had an unexpected layover coming home from Realm Makers, followed by lost luggage, followed by exhaustion that turned out to be an illness that turned out to be Covid.

And then my dad went into the hospital a few nights ago. He does not have Covid, but he has some other 87-year-old-type health issues going on. After his grandfather and one of his great-uncles, he is the third longest-lived person in his family, and he has lost so much weight that any illness or infection is dangerous. He used to be 5'6" and weigh 130 lbs; now he's 4'11" and weighs 107 lbs. He looks like the wind could pick him up and blow him away.

He's always rallied—always been a tough but gentle soul. He was born with a physical disability and had experimental surgeries because his family was land-poor, and experiments were what they could afford at the local charity hospital. If you ever wonder why I write about characters in novels who don't make it through their journeys unscathed, my dad lived a horror-show-type existence for two years at a charity hospital that eventually amputated one of his legs below the knee. And yet, he has always been determined to live life fully—skiing, hiking, canoeing and backcountry camping, traveling around the world, piloting his own aircraft, working as an airplane mechanic.

I wrote that last paragraph before I realized what I was writing. I guess this is my way of showing and sharing that the bump I hit is hitting me hard. Although I strive to be tough and gentle like my dad, I am here existing in the midst of messy life, praying and living and writing.

In the To Speak collection, I have a prose poem about my dad. "My Father's Eyes" was originally published by The Drabble in 2020.

Here it is:

My father's eyes hold the stories of the ages. They hold innocence and knowledge. They hold the sky. They hold the sea. They hold the rain. They hold laughter and tears the color of water. They hold rivers and lakes and dusty trails beneath tall pine trees pungent with sap. They hold books read by campfires and lamplight. They hold his whistle and his jaunty walk, as well as his embarrassment and his slow shuffling gait—every step measured for balance. They hold hope for moments of quiet conversation. In my father's eyes, the stories are real.

Prose poems are rare for me to write, but I found it fitting for this collection, which is about speaking up and sometimes using storytelling to speak.

Yesterday, on my socials, I did a video about how I wasn't sure this campaign would finish. I'm still not sure. This bump of health and family health has thrown me off-kilter.

Maybe this will be my one and only fully funded and fulfilled campaign for To Speak. Maybe this will be attempt one of two. Either way, the book will come out.

It turns out there is a history of Kickstarter campaigns that failed the first time around and succeeded the second time. So, if that's the case for me. It's okay. This might not be the right time for this campaign, or for me. I will not quit, but I also know I'm not up for an energetic sprint that Kickstarters seem to require.

If you could share the campaign with friends, I would appreciate it.

Kickstarter for To Speak

I am praying, trusting God with everything, and moving forward.

Tuesday, July 22, 2025

Wild Grace Lives Here

I live somewhere between city sidewalks and deep woods.
Close enough to hear traffic.
Close enough to hear coyotes howl at dusk.

There’s a small patch of land behind our home—
not wilderness exactly,
but not tamed either.

It’s filled with deer, owls, raccoons, and once, a black bear.
I see deer more often than I see neighbors.
They slip through the yard like whispers.
Sometimes bold, sometimes cautious.
They move with intention, instinct, grace.

And sometimes I stop long enough to notice them.

Slowing down, I begin to pray.
Not always with words.
Sometimes with stillness.
Sometimes with awe.

In those moments, I feel what I call wild grace
God’s presence through the living, breathing world
just outside my window.

This grace isn’t tidy.
It startles.
It howls.
It doesn’t always make sense.

But it’s real.
And it fills my poems—especially this one:


Shadowed Movement

Shadowed movement
catches my peripheral,
brown against green.

I turn to see
deer, normally bold,
ducking into trees.

I still,
checking for predators.
The bushes rustle,
stop.

I am chilled
when the howls of the hunt
ring my yard as the sun
dips and the sky darkens.

It’s not so quiet living
outside the city limits,
but I do appreciate the chuckling
of the owl when the coyotes leave.


This is what I try to capture in To Speak
not just quiet grace,
but wild grace.
The kind that shows up when we pause.
The kind that waits in the rustling leaves.


Call to Action

If you've felt that grace—the kind that humbles you in motion or stillness—To Speak may speak to you, too.
👉 Visit the Kickstarter here to read more poems and help bring the collection to life.

And if you're a writer, reader, or wanderer:
May you find wild grace in unexpected places this week.

—Tyrean


Monday, July 21, 2025

Why I Chose "To Speak" As My Poetry Book Title

 My book needed a title that fit its heartbeat.


I first loved “Once Upon a Garden, Green and Gold.”
That poem won an award.
It felt lush, peaceful, safe.

But as I sorted the manuscript, another thread appeared.

Poetry and Grace

Again and again, the poems whispered, “Stand. Speak. Act.”
They talked about courage, even in small rooms.
They named fear, then stepped past it.

I thought of my own journey.

It Takes Courage to Write

Sharing poems in class.
Publishing despite trembling hands.
Facing silence, doubt, rejection.
Each step required voice and bravery.

So I chose the poem “To Speak.”

Two words.
Simple.
Direct.
A challenge and an invitation.

The subtitle carries the rest:
Poems of Inspired Courage, Wild Grace, and Sacred Ordinary.

Gardens still bloom in those lines.
Grace still flows.
Ordinary moments still glow gold.


But the core is clear:
We speak because grace first spoke to us.
We create because courage keeps calling.

Thank you for joining that call.
May these poems help you speak, too.

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Friday, July 18, 2025

Starlight Stanzas: SciFi Vision in 17 Syllables

 

Starlight Stanzas: SciFi Vision in 17 Syllables



Realm Makers Day 2 is in full warp drive. Between panels and meeting up with fellow authors, I’m signing books and swapping story ideas. The common thread? Wonder.

Poetry carries that wonder in the tightest capsule. One of my favorite forms is the 17-syllable haiku—perfect for glimpses of cosmic awe. A fresh piece from To Speak:

Solar sails bloom wide
catching hymn-bright stellar winds—
voyager rise up.

Seventeen syllables, yet entire galaxies unfold. That’s why speculative fiction lovers keep flipping my poetry sample cards here at the booth. We crave the quick gasp of mystery.

If you’re at the conference, swing by and snag a free “Starlight Haiku” postcard. If you’re elsewhere on Earth (or Mars), join the mission online:

➡️ Kickstarter link | 🚀 #SciFiPoetry #HaikuOfTheStars #ToSpeak

Thursday, July 17, 2025

Epic Worlds: When Fantasy Meets Poetry

 



Epic Worlds in Verse: When Fantasy Meets Poetry

This morning, I'm arranging my table at Realm Makers Writers Conference and Expo—a gathering of Christian fantasy and sci-fi writers. Stacks of sword-clashing and spaceship novels surround me, yet the little poem stack in the corner is part of my writing, too.

Fantasy, scifi, and poetry invite us to speak in symbols. They ask our hearts to see farther than our eyes. My new collection, To Speak, lives right in that overlap with poems from the real world, but also phoenix-bright free verse. While it's more usual for epic fantasy to live in great tomes of text, it is possible to celebrate epic worlds in verse, when fantasy meets poetry. 

Here’s one of those pieces:

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Embers by Tyrean Martinson

The wind is gone,

the trees are still,

clouds cover sun,

my heart feels chill.

 

But the embers glow,

and from this I know,

the spark still lives,

and each breath gives

 

Faith to life,

Truth to love,

Peace abiding,

Hope for flight:

 

A phoenix rising.

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If you’re walking the expo floor, stop by my booth and read more. If you’re miles away, know that To Speak is taking shape on Kickstarter right now—ready to ignite new sparks of courage and wonder. 


➡️ Kickstarter link | 🛡️ #FantasyPoetry #PhoenixVerse #RealmMakers #ToSpeak