I’m excited to announce my poem “Odysseus” has been selected as a featured poem at Spillwords Press. Many thanks to Dagmara K. and her staff for publishing this piece. It’s an incredible honor to share my work with the readers at Spillwords Press, and I’m truly grateful for this opportunity. Sincere thanks, Dagmara. I appreciate it.
“I saw Odysseus sprawled on the sidewalk between The squalid little deli and the boarded-up All-night video place whose weather-stained Posters advertised GIRLS GIRLS GIRLS Amid obtuse indecipherable graffiti and A fallen constellation of multi-hued shards of Broken glass that crunched underfoot like Bone fragments The patina of snow about him Pristine in its absence of footprints from Passers-by…”
You can read the rest of my poem by clicking this link. And once you’re there, take some time to check out the work of many other talented writers on Spillwords Press, where you’ll find a treasure trove of good writing.
Hey, everyone. I’d like to let you know my poem “The Golden Door” has been published at Gobblers & Masticadores. Thanks go to Juan Re Crivello and Manuela Timofte and their staff for this opportunity. I’m truly grateful. Thank you, Juan and Manuela!
“The Golden Door” (c) 2017 by Michael L. Utley
“The golden door is caked with blood A patinated crimson tracery Its gilded crest a filigree Of ruined hope
There is a sense of something there Beyond this barrier intransigent A light a balm a restful place But not for me…”
You can read the rest of my poem by clicking this link. Also, don’t forget to follow and subscribe to Gobblers & Masticadores, where you’ll find some wonderful writing and plenty of food for thought.
“I Can Hear the Water Cry” (c) 2024 by Michael L. Utley
misty river bank I can hear the water cry through its mournful veil
from whence your tears my friend from whence your sorrow the stream of life long and arduous promises nothing takes wantonly yet gives freely drowns dreams yet slakes hope’s thirst erodes time yet blesses leas with hue and humor
I have bathed my feet in your cool waters drunk from cupped hands of your living essence and watched as villages flood and crops perish your fickle nature both boon and bane the rage of winter’s run-off the futility of summer’s drought the chaos of confusion the trauma of neglect
regrets eddy among the reeds koi doze in shadow-torpor levitating dragonflies iridesce oblivious to your siren-song your current inexorable immutable fate’s dynamo
what of your sadness what fears drive you what memories haunt your hidden heart speak to me, friend share your burden help me understand your tears
there is purity in kindness absolution in love such a pity a solitary meadow’s stream a rill of life darkened by despair
I see you, stream I hear your halting whisperings I smell your vital fragrance I feel your urgent motion I sense your profound depth you are not alone my friend the mountain cradles you the forest shades you the flowers dance to your melody let the sun gild your surface let the moon caress you let your heart be unencumbered flow, my friend just flow
This ongoing initiative showcases blogs with fewer than 500 subscribers which I think are deserving of more attention. Hopefully these blogs will spark your interest and you’ll check them out. It’s my way of spreading awareness of talented writers whose work I admire.
This week’s featured blog is Travelling Therese. I first came across Therese’s blog a couple of years ago when she left a kind comment on one of my nature photography posts. Her blog hooked me immediately. Therese has traveled the world and has documented her adventures as only a seasoned journalist/traveler can. Her posts share in detail the sights and sounds of various locales, and present an intimate portrait of these far-away destinations. I think what initially grabbed my attention was her many entries about her adventures in Japan. Anyone who knows me can tell you I’m fascinated with Asian culture, particularly Japanese culture, and reading Therese’s stories of her Japanese treks allowed me to experience Japan vicariously through her eloquent and in-depth writing and stunning photography.
I asked Therese if she could provide some background about herself and her travels. Here’s what she had to say:
“I am a retired Australian News Journalist, with a continuing keen interest in travelling to explore the world and its cultures. As a Journalist, I never actually worked as a travel writer, and only began writing about my holidays as a hobby.
I have been fortunate enough to achieve my travel dreams since my late teens, back in the early 1970’s, when I backpacked on a shoe string budget, mainly staying in youth hostels. Most of my trips have been self researched and undertaken independently with no assistance from a travel agent.
Researching and putting together a trip is a large part of my travel enjoyment, and I love sharing what I have learnt with others. A camera has always been at my side, so I usually have an abundance of my own travel photos to share on my blog.
I’m still travelling as I move well into older age – Japan has been my main International area of interest for the past 22 years.
My Dad travelled the seas as a young sailor, visiting many countries around the world, until he settled down to a family life. He had wonderful story telling and writing skills, and his travel tales and experiences sparked my own interest in travelling the world. A book he gave me when I was a child – Jules Verne’s Around the World in 80 Days – also was a source of inspiration to travel.
As a young teenager I had two possible careers in mind – Journalism or a travel agent! Luckily, I achieved a Cadetship in Journalism, a well paid job with six weeks holiday time a year that enabled me to travel frequently within Australia and overseas.
By the time I was 25, I had visited 25 countries – some only for a couple of days, others for lengthy periods. I also later lived in Canada for a year and in New Zealand for two years.
Many of my travels when I was younger were embarked on alone. Luckily, my husband has been my travel companion now for many decades, always ready to follow and support my travel ideas.”
On Therese’s travel blog, you’ll find entries on Australia, New Zealand, Japan and Singapore (another Asian destination that holds a special place in my heart). With so many amazing adventures from which to choose, it was difficult for me to decide on a particular post to showcase here, so I’m featuring three, all of which are representative of Therese’s skillful writing and story-telling, as well as her beautiful photography:
Therese’s ability to take her readers by the hand and lead us along with her on her international journeys allows us to experience the joy she feels on her adventures, making Travelling Therese an absolutely wonderful destination of its own. Thank you, Therese, my friend, for showing us the world through your eyes.
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I’d like to announce my poem “The Trunk” has been published at Gobblers & Masticadores. Many thanks to Juan Re Crivello and Manuela Timofte and their staff for this opportunity to share my poetry with their readers. I’m sincerely grateful. Thank you, Juan and Manuela!
“The Trunk” (c) 2021 by Michael L. Utley
“There is a place for things That don’t belong in Other places That sere and weathered Trunk that hunkers lupine-like Amid dust-addled attic shadows Wood split and gouged With time and neglect Iron bands and fittings A crumble of rust Lockless clasp broken From endless breeches And pryings I should have Replaced that lock Eons ago…”
You can read the rest of my poem by clicking this link. Also, don’t forget to follow and subscribe to Gobblers & Masticadores, where you’ll find some wonderful writing and plenty of food for thought.
This ongoing initiative showcases blogs with fewer than 500 subscribers which I think are deserving of more attention. Hopefully these blogs will spark your interest and you’ll check them out. It’s my way of spreading awareness of talented writers whose work I admire.
This week’s featured blog is Ashley’s A Different View. I first met Ashley in November 2021 when he and I were both invited to take part in a discussion titled “Exploring Basho’s Moon,” an examination of one of Basho’s famous haiku, hosted by Mark Scott’s Season Words blog. I found Ashley to be the kindest fellow imaginable, and his delicate skill regarding the writing of traditional haiku was astounding. Since then, I’ve come to consider Ashley a good friend of mine, someone whose love of nature and poetic ability create a sense of peace and serenity. Ashley speaks my language, you could say, and his blog is a calm harbor of natural beauty and exemplary writing.
I asked Ashely if he’d like to provide a little background about himself and his blog. I’ll let his own words do the talking:
I’m 74 years old and married to Carol for 52 years although we were courting about 5 years before that so we’ve been together for at least 57 years
whilst Carol has had so much illness in her life (cancer x 4 + heart problems) SHE is still my rock
I’m a great grandfather
I was born in the city of Armagh in Northern Ireland to northern English parents
Armagh was the ancient capital of Christian Ireland & whilst no longer a practicing Christian, the sound of cathedral bells is in my heart (see John Betjeman: Summoned By Bells)
left home at 21 to live & work in London, UK. Work location then was close to the River Thames & that river flows within me still
30 years spent living & working in England in the clothing industry: after redundancy, aged 45, worked in various jobs (transport, retail, health service) now retired
returned to NI some years ago
did voluntary work with the Woodland Trust (30+ years). LOVE trees, obsessed by them
through WordPress discovered haiku & writing in season
have always wanted to write & illustrate
lower back problems meant that I restarted my life, exercising daily, a mixture of physio exercises & Qi Gong
I have only ever travelled outside the UK about 3 or 4 times but follow blogs all around the world. With tools like Google Translate I am amazed how many different cultures & languages I am able to connect with
I love the simplicity of seasonal haiku
I would be remiss were I not to mention that one thing I find intriguing about Ashley’s blog is that I have some Irish ancestry, and the Emerald Isle is a land I’ve always wanted to explore. I’m able to do that vicariously through Ashley’s writing and photography. Ashley’s essays take us on strolls through the Irish countryside among wild flowers and the trees he loves so dearly, and his haiku–distilled to their very essence–paint glorious pictures of the natural world. For an example of what A Different View offers, here’s a post Ashley chose to share:
In a nutshell, if you love nature, if you appreciate fine Japanese short-form poetry, if you’ve ever felt the desire to travel to Ireland, Ashley’s A Different View has it all. I hope you’ll visit Ashley’s blog and walk along with him among the trees.
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Hey, folks. I’d like to announce my essay “The Deaf Guy” has been published at the new literary website India & Masticadores. Many thanks to Editor Abhilash Fraizer and his team for the opportunity to share my writing at India & Masticadores. I truly appreciate it. Thank you, Abhilash!
Also, please consider following and subscribing to India & Masticadores, where you’ll find unique voices and captivating topics to spur your imagination.
I’m pleased to announce my poem “The Footbridge” has been published at Gobblers & Masticadores. Sincere thanks to Juan Re Crivello and Manuela Timofte and their staff for this opportunity. I’m truly grateful. Thank you, Juan and Manuela!
“The Footbridge” (c) 2021 by Michael L. Utley
“That derelict footbridge Has finally failed Stranding us on Opposite shores Of the abyss Words Like rotted planks Litter the gorge Below Desires and dreams Dashed Upon indifferent rocks Silence is all I hear from you…”
You can read the rest of my poem by clicking this link. Also, don’t forget to follow and subscribe to Gobblers & Masticadores, where you’ll find some wonderful writing and plenty of food for thought.
“I am the Coin that Falls Between the Cracks” (c) 2024 by Michael L. Utley
parts of me have died that no one will ever know nor will ever mourn and why should they I am just a remnant of myself writ small among the vagaries of life
I am the coin that falls between the cracks the sub-aural hum of power lines the mote-specked silence of barn lofts the dull glint of galaxies as seen through rheumic eyes I am the shadow in the corner of my cold listless mind
amid the howl of eternity there are worlds upon worlds fractal multiverses strewn with thoughtless hubris across heaven’s filthy floor the dice of fate, kismet’s craps as reckless gods play with the lives of men and alabaster-eyed sentinels gaze blankly distant and aloof into the cackling abyss
once, beneath a leaden sky a sweltering path led me through shag-barked copses and desiccated thickets to an obscure clearing and there in midday gloaming a spring appeared and I knelt at water’s edge seeking desperately for my reflection proof of my existence which eluded me upon the stagnant rancid larval-glutted surface I sought to see my soul but instead espied the foul machinations of a craven universe amid pond scum and the stench of reality and as I fled in horror the pealing laughter of amused gods rent the sky
there are sink-holes in my soul where I’ve lost myself along the way suffocating in tenebrosity the detritus of shame trailing behind me marking my path from tepid light to torpid darkness from inutile hope to abject despair the inconsequential bric-a-brac of 22,000 days fallen from the cabinets of my heart shattered shards of worthless memories my mind a stuttering dynamo choking on its own fumes
I have lost myself in this desert of alkali flats and creosote bushes that leech all moisture from my eyes rendering tears unfeasible seeking shelter from this thoughtless sun and the mindlessness of my existence
take my hand if you dare and I shall show you a broken soul a half-hearted man a mind in free-fall a dumb dying animal too cowardly to drop to the dust and merge with oblivion a leprous life in exile among incurious stars shunned by callous sun and careless moon and exhausted beyond measure a half-life every atom radiating a numbness of spirit
my lost soul slides languidly toward day’s end
and when my somber sun sets none shall be the wiser
This ongoing initiative showcases blogs with fewer than 500 subscribers which I think are deserving of more attention. Hopefully these blogs will spark your interest and you’ll check them out. It’s my way of spreading awareness of talented writers whose work I admire.
This week’s featured blog is Kirsten Curcio’s Ghost Human Bones. Kirsten is without a doubt one of the coolest, kindest and most talented writers I’ve come to know on WordPress and I’m happy to call her my friend. She possesses peerless skill and ability writing prose—both individual stories and serials—and her poetry is sublime. Kirsten also has the most uniquely creative and eye-catching graphic design I’ve seen on a literary blog. Her immense talents are on full display with everything she creates.
Kirsten’s writing has been published at Masticadores, The Writers Club, Reedsy, Medium and Spillwords Press. You can view her Author Bio at Spillwords here:
Additionally, her poem “Hopes and Dreams” is included in the poetry anthology Hidden in Childhood, published in 2023 by Gabriela Maria Milton of Literary Revelations Publishing House, and is available here:
I asked Kirsten if she would provide a little info about herself and her writing. Here’s what she had to say:
“I’ve always enjoyed writing since I was a child but once I got the internet everything changed. The earliest I started writing online was in the early 2000s where I roleplayed in wrestling efeds as different fictional characters – I was in a weird phase but I still heart Stone Cold Steve Austin, haha. When those sites went belly up, I shared my pre-teen angst on the now defunct Melodramatic.com, which is where I learned HTML and created layouts for other people’s sites (you can find more about Melo on the Wayback Machine). Then college came, work, my son was born, and I stopped writing for a very long time, although I never forgot about it. It wasn’t until I lived in North Carolina for a few years that I decided to build my own site and write. That state is so beautiful it just ignited that spark in me. But since I gave birth to my daughter then and was working from home full time, I started a lifestyle blog on Squarespace. I was experimenting with cooking, writing up recipes, baby and beauty stuff but it grew boring and I felt like I was doing it because that’s what other women were doing but it didn’t feel like “me”. So I returned to fiction and didn’t look back. In 2021, this became Ghost Human Bones when I moved to WordPress. Through Ghost Human Bones, I can turn my observations of people into words, letting me indulge in my love for dreaming and storytelling. Currently, I’m in the process of writing my first novel and my published poems are available on Spillwords and in the poetry anthology Hidden In Childhood (2023).”
And from her blog:
“When she isn’t playing with words, she enjoys nature, traveling, art, photography, and peculiar things. There is also a fondness for vintage maps, history, and space. In Kirsten’s work, she plays with themes of life, death, and beyond that evoke a sense of surrealism, nostalgia, reflection, and ambiguity.”
Kirsten also participated in a thoroughly enjoyable 2023 interview which can be found here:
I hope you’ll take a moment to stop by and visit Ghost Human Bones. Kirsten’s masterful wordcraft builds universes of adventure and intrigue that are highly original and will leave you eager to explore further.
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Silent Pariah 