Books
New to the Game
New to the Game
Mark Schoedl
There appears to be a distance between the person one presents and the real person hidden beneath the veneer. Many more people from all walks of life have surrendered to their image to achieve recognition, to make ends meet, or to live the quiet life away from all the hullabaloo.One cannot escape one’s fate no matter how hard one tries. So perhaps the impossible is possible, “just be yourself.” Many laugh behind their breath at this supposition. However, does winning a game or holding onto fractured relationships make your world a flawed yet wholesome endeavor that you can rest your hat on?These are questions we all ask ourselves in our own private lives away from the hardened world around us. Since we only have now, perhaps it is time to feel the disparate sorrows and pitfalls we have created and to walk out into the world anew without all those pent-up preconceived notions that we cannot seem to shed. After all, our egos are as fractured and sullen as everyone around us. It’s a new day. Who knows what today will bring?I too fall within this conundrum. My stories reach into what I have seen and experienced throughout my life. I cannot make sense of what the game of life has offered me. Even in America, things are quite bleak when I cannot seem to muster the effort to confront them just because I need to survive like everybody else. It is hard for all of us. So let us drop the supposition that “just go along to get along” is our calling card in this world. After all, it is only a world that we have accepted as the best of all possible worlds (Voltaire). I refuse to accept this as my path. Path? Is not this world a pathless land?My sixteen stories from my new book, New to the Game, run over the same conflicts and escapism that many have held onto over the generations, and yet some daring persons see their own masked reality, feel its searing anguish, and let it fall to touch and feel new worlds-worlds they had no idea existed until they have had enough of their own biased and contrived ideals.
Beneath the Crimson Maples
Beneath the Crimson Maples
Mark Schoedl
A person’s life takes many twists and turns before he has become disillusioned with his life; and, fear plays a major role. Whether one is raised in a wealthy family or hails from Milwaukee’s inner city, it does not matter. The game changes. However, when a person ends up on the short end of the stick one too many times, it is hard to keep a straight face. A cast of characters stand out from the Crimson Maples, become fiercely independent while everyone they run into try to keep them from going off the ‘deep end’.
Thirty-eight-year-old siren, Genie Bartusek, a wounded housewife, yearns for one last chance for a smitten dalliance with a significant other when ‘no-nonsense’ Paul stumbles into her presence. Perhaps there is a God working her magic for the forlorn strangers because each have stumbled and become wary of life.
Youthful Jasmine Padilla cannot relate to any adult, especially her successful mother. Even her friends she keeps at a distance. Is this how life is going to be for someone who has just tasted the fruits of life? An accomplished flutist, she still desperately wants to lead her junior varsity basketball team to great heights. That is if her new coach will overlook her junior high transgressions by asking her “why am I not getting enough playing time.” Awe chucks, does Jasmine really want to hear another, “you don’t really know how good you got it.”
Old Paul Bogdanov and two his two Burmese Cats quietly roam around his backyard garden as the neighbors quietly pass by him minding their own business. Their children roar by him on their bikes screaming at the top of their lungs. After all, school’s out. “OK, OK, I give up. He enters his home through the back door his two friend as the mid-summer sun begins to set.
The northwest Milwaukee Sherman Park Community seems to be so full of life as it has for decades. In the novel, Beneath the Crimson Maples, what has seemed to be so serene and alive becomes more complicated and less appealing. Here, in northwest Milwaukee where perhaps there is a chance that some will make it out of its entanglement without a scratch.
It’s a New Day
It's a New Day
Mark Schoedl
Tara the Siamese Cat goes about her daily adventure by meeting and greeting her fellow creatures. Even though she wants to connect with the neighborhood animals, none have any time for her. Besides, they are different and do not have time for such a curious cat of the Orient. Even Tristan the Toad has found the pond a more vital source of fun than spending another moment with that mysterious feline.
Ah, but when she gets home, the loving arms of Mindy openly wait for Tara to rejoin her for supper as the world no longer seems so unkind. Yes, Duke the Irish Setter did not march to Taras tune, but neither did Tara take the time to learn about shy Sir Gregory the Groundhog. It is all about living and learning as Tara goes about her daily encounters . . .
Spring Green
Spring Green
Mark Schoedl
The rugged hills of Vermont look down upon a quaint Village called Cavendish. Its most famous citizen, the brown-bearded Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn, the Russian dissident, lives just downhill from the Parson family, the Story’s main characters. Mother and father Parsons have seven-year-old Betsy and William. Today, on the first of May, each are attending a May Day celebration at Greven Park. After the children have eaten their breakfast, their mother makes sure that each has their cute little May Day baskets to give to their assigned classmate partner as dad quietly toils on the family farm. Upon arriving at school, the entire first-grade class loads up on the School Bus to frolic about at Greven Park. As they walk onto the Park’s baseball field, they see a pastel-colored, crepe-papered pole with a grand total of nine arms laying gently in a circle around the centered apparatus. Outside the baseball’s left field fence winds the Great Brook that twists and turns through town that eventually meets up with the rambunctious Ominous Black River. The Principal and the school administrative staff chaperone the rambunctious youth as they scamper to and fro beneath the late morning sun. One gets the feeling that the “Rite of Spring” has taken hold of the day as birds chirp, bees buzz, and butterflies flitter about above the Brook’s swirling waters. Soon thereafter, everyone scampers over to the baseball field’s infield diamond where a prepared bagged lunch is handed out. “After You finish eating, put all your garbage into those huge garbage trash bags… And, do not throw any trash around. We want to keep the Park clean so that we can make more trips in the future here. Alright, Let’s Go!.” The eighteen students join their partners as they grab hold of their tethered paper arms. In unison, they walk slowly around the Great May Pole… They then exchange their baskets with their partner and laugh openly as the timeless Histories of the Great Indian Nations quietly look on from afar… Now, all the children board the Bus as visions of Summer Vacations come to mind. The Parsons Twins have their own Betsy is smart and confident. Her mother has introduced her to Shakespeare and each trekk to Stowe, Vermont to dabble with antiques and to catch some time away from the farm. William does not take to reading and writing, and arithmetic. Working with dad around the farm suits him much better as the Great Outdoors is just a.step away… Since his friend Sam has moved away, he has nobody to play with. Now, what is little William to do? “I need a dog.” You know ‘man’s best friend’. That dog could even herd up the chickens. How about a Great Pyrenees to hang out with? Yes, he thinks, “that would be great!” Little William and his Big New Friend, ‘King’!.
Primavera
Primavera
Mark Schoedl
I did not become a serious writer until later in life. I simply could not find my way in the business worlds; so, writing and the visual arts arose from the ashes of despair. John Kouzmanoff, a retired elementary school teacher helped me through the doldrums of my disparate existence. Over time, he talked about his life and the fears that held him back. Suddenly, I eased up on myself and those dreaded anxieties became less noticeable. John, however, passed away from kidney failure while vacationing in Salt Lake City. This man of 65 who once marched every single time Martin Luther King, Jr. came to Chicago, softly touches my heart whenever nothing seems to go right. Humility and love are all I ever need or to reach out (desire) for that matter. Rest in Peace John.
A Place in the Sun
A Place in the Sun
Mark Schoedl
A lion meets a lone leopard resting in the trees away from him. The lion wants to fight but the leopard resists. Soon the mask comes off: “Why don’t you come down and fight like a leopard; you, the strongest pound for pound creature on the Serengeti.” “”No,” the leopard responds, “go pick on somebody your own size.” With all the bullying and harassment in today’s schools, I just thought this was the most poignant way to show that is up to the person to decide if and when he/she is going to have to fight. There is no honor in fighting, just an ego boost if you either annihilate or outlast the other person/fellow creature. Everything else is just clique gossip (agreed to lies) to pass time. This, with the help of Aesop, is what drives my writing.

about the author
Mark Schoedl
The Sherman Park Community was once home for Mark Schoedl. He now makes southeast Los Angeles County his residence. He now explores Los Angeles County, the Cali-Cool where everything seems possible. The surfing and skateboarding culture has taken over America’s youth. There still is plenty to do anywhere you go. Nonetheless, he muses, you must have the initiative to do it. Then, California is everywhere; and, not just a place where Hollywood dances and travelers kick off their shoes on the sandy beaches alongside the Ominous Pacific Ocean. This is his first novel.
Mark Schoedl was born in Racine, Wisconsin in July of 1960. From a youth to a young man, he cherished the things “all Wisconsin.” From the change of seasons to Wisconsin football, he closely held onto the state’s traditions while secretly questioning everything behind the scenes Mark Schoedl was born in Racine, Wisconsin in July of 1960. From a youth to a young man, he cherished the things “all Wisconsin.” From the change of seasons to Wisconsin football, he closely held onto the state’s traditions while secretly questioning everything behind the scene.
Mark Schoedl’s love for writing was ignited by two childhood teachers who saw a spark in his words, a spark that brought life to the page. This early recognition fueled his passion for writing, even when the world seemed to turn a blind eye. His college years were marked by struggle as he grappled with the rigid standards of the University of Wisconsin-Whitewater Business School.
But in the face of adversity, Mark found solace in the English Department. The works of literary giants like Shakespeare, Marlowe, Johnson, and Dryden offered him refuge from the economic theories of Keynes and Friedman.
Despite facing resistance from an English professor who tried to suppress his short stories, Mark persevered. He continued to write, even when his pencil artwork and pastel work were lost in a friend’s stolen box truck. With nothing left but his writing abilities, he turned adversity into opportunity. In 2012, he published two children’s books, “A Place in the Sun” and “It’s a New Day,” drawing inspiration from Aesop.