“A Few Haiku & Senryu (62)”

© 2024 by Michael L. Utley

(#367)

river stone cairn
serenity in chaos
as life flows past

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(#368)

deathbed
her soul cleansed by
early morning rain

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(#369)

in my stillness
I become the mountain
winter squall

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(#370)

oneness with nothingness
this world can no longer
touch me

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(#371)

my silent world
sound dies
and I die with it

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(#372)

my essence diffused
I’m no longer here nor there
a crow’s cry

“A Few Haiku (9)” published at Gobblers by Masticadores

Hi, friends. The ninth installment of my short haiku/senryu collections titled “A Few Haiku (9)” has been published at Gobblers by Masticadores. These small collections consist of six haiku and/or senryu. Sincere thanks to Editor Manuela Timofte for sharing this mini-collection with her readers. I hope they resonate with you.

“A Few Haiku (9)”
© 2021 by Michael L. Utley

(#49)

The silent garden
My mother’s memories
Germinate

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(#50)

There is never joy
In the dark night of the soul
I embrace the dawn

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(#51)

I still hear the sound
Of breezes in bamboo groves
When I think of you

You can read the rest of this mini-collection here:

Also, don’t forget to follow and subscribe to Gobblers by Masticadores, where you’ll find some wonderful writing and plenty of food for thought.

Excerpt of Titan Quest fan-fiction story published at Gobblers by Masticadores

Hey, friends. This piece is a bit different from all of my other pieces published on my blog or at Masticadores. Manuela Timofte, the estimable Editor of Gobblers by Masticadores, was kind enough to publish an excerpt of an untitled, unfinished piece of fan-fiction I wrote a few years ago when I was a moderator at a leading website for the PC game Titan Quest. We had a Stories section on the forum where players would post their stories about the game or any other topic. I began this tale and ended up with more than 7,800 words before finally hitting the wall and was unable to finish. I had a novel in mind; this is just a short excerpt from the beginning. So, it’s a glimpse into my style of prose-writing for those of you who may be interested in checking it out.

Excerpt from Untitled, Unfiished Titan Quest Fan-fiction Story
(c) 2011 by Michael L Utley

“The blade slipped quietly from the man’s sweaty grasp, taking soundless ages to hit the earth with a thud so faint not even the carrion birds took notice. It lay in the dust, stained with crimson and gore, like some ancient and eldritch dragon’s tooth, testament to the day’s labors…to his life’s labors. The westering sun turned the blade to fire for a time and then took refuge behind a scud of clouds, dimming the world and all in it…”

You can read the rest of this story exerpt here:

.Also, don’t forget to follow and subscribe to Gobblers by Masticadores, where you’ll find some wonderful writing and plenty of food for thought.

Blogging Challenge–12/18/2024

Like my blogging buddy Nigel Byng, who tagged me for this challenge, I’ve never participated in one of these before. It seems sort of fun–a tiny interview of sorts–so I decided to take part in it. Here are my answers to the challenge questions:

How did you come up with your blog name?

My blog’s name, Silent Pariah, has its genesis in a few places. First, I’m deaf. I began losing my hearing at age eighteen due to meningitis, so it’s been a progressive loss over the course of the past forty-two years. My world began fading to silence decades ago, and now what little I can still hear is very faint and muffled. So, for all intents and purposes, I live in silence.

Second, I’m extremely introverted and was painfully shy for much of my early life. So, deafness and introversion have resulted in a life of quiet solitude.

Third, I was born and raised in Utah, a state dominated by one religion (mormonism). I was not an adherent of that religion and refused to convert, so I became a pariah in junior high and high school. I have very few good memories of that period. Just frequent bullying and isolation, never being allowed to fit in anywhere, and a lot of discrimination academically, athletically and socially.

So, Silent Pariah fits.

If your blog was a person (fictional or real), who would it be?

Well, it would be me, of course. Every word and image I post on my blog comes from my heart and soul, and it’s impossible to separate the creation from the creator—my fingerprints cover every poem, essay and nature photo on my blog. All I want is to be myself–to be allowed to be myself–without judgment, so why would I want my blog to be anything but me? My blog is my safe place, my refuge, and here you’ll find my authentic self, for better or worse.

Is there anyone you would like to collaborate with?

My fellow blogging buddy Nigel Byng‘s response to this same question brought a huge smile to my face, and I’m going to return the favor. I’d love to do a collaboration with Nigel. His writing is beyond brilliant, turbo-charged emotionally, captivating and profound. I hope he and I can work on a project together once the new year gets underway. I can think of a few others I’d like to work with as well, and who knows what may happen?

Is there anything more you wish you had or would like to learn as a blogger?

I think my greatest fault as a blogger/writer is persistent crippling writer’s block. I deal with major depression and have since childhood (severely dysfunctional family with domestic abuse), and depression kills creativity, motivation and energy. When these periods of writer’s block strike, they last for months or years, and I never know when they’ll end. It’s terrifying as a writer to stare at the blank page or screen and realize there is absolutely, positively nothing in my head. Just a void. Blogging means posting material regularly. It’s difficult to post anything if I can’t write anything new. So, I think writer’s block is the main issue I’d like to be able to resolve. Writing is like breathing, and when I have writer’s block, I’m suffocating in silence.

Do you have a specific style of blogging?

While one way to describe my blogging style is intermittent due to writer’s block, I’d also say my style is brutal honesty, not being afraid to explore the darkest aspects of my life. Fear, guilt, shame, loneliness, sorrow, hopes, dreams, despair…nothing is off-limits as far as my poetry and essays are concerned. I’ve lived a troubled life, and writing about my life makes for some uncomfortable poetry at times. My work isn’t for everyone, and I understand this. Most readers enjoy happier themes; I couldn’t write fluff poetry if my life depended on it. I write from experience, and my life experiences generally tend to fall on the side of despair and loss and loneliness. I sometimes refer to myself as The Depressing Poetry Dude, but that’s okay. My goal is to be me and no one else.

My Nominees:

Aaysid (Outrageously Erratic blog)

David Bogomolny (The Skeptic’s Kaddish blog)

Peggy Stroud (Peggy Writes blog)

Lauren Scott (Baydreamer Writes blog)

(Note: While I’ve listed four nominees for the challenge, please don’t feel obligated to participate if you’d prefer not to take part. No worries at all. 😊)

“A Few Haiku & Senryu (61)”

(c) 2024 by Michael L. Utley

(#361)

November stubble
she tills the field
of memories

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(#362)

sorrow’s journey
drifting on the breeze
a sparrow’s plume

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(#363)

her sundered smile
picking up the pieces
of my heart

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(#364)

seeds of yesterdays
watered by the tears of years
memory garden

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(#365)

stream ice cracks
beneath the red footbridge
the hush of rushes

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(#366)

dip my bones in blood
etch my life across the stars
a soul’s journey

“A Tanka Trio (1)” published at Gobbles by Masticadores

Hi, folks. The first installment of my tanka series titled “A Tanka Trio (1)” is now live at Gobblers by Masticadores. Each of these installments contains three tanka (be sure to click this link to read all of them). I appreciate Editor Manuela Timofte for her graciousness in sharing this installment and I hope these small verses connect with you.

“A Tanka Trio (1)”
(c) 2021 by Michael L. Utley

(#1)

My empty heart holds
More of you than I can bear
There is no more room
For mem’ries of mountain song
Sorrow-blossoms weep for you

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(#2)

In chill morning air
I wake up the sun and set
The breeze in motion
Wafting heaven’s incense through
Sleeping earth and drowsing sky

You can read the rest of this tanka installment by clicking this link. Also, don’t forget to follow and subscribe to Gobblers by Masticadores, where you’ll find some wonderful writing and plenty of food for thought.

“A Few Haiku (8)” published at Gobblers by Masticadores

Just a note to let you know the eighth installment of my short haiku/senryu collections titled “A Few Haiku (8)” is now live at Gobblers by Masticadores. These small collections consist of six haiku and/or senryu. Many thanks to Editor Manuela Timofte for publishing this mini-collection. Here’s hoping you enjoy them.

“A Few Haiku (8)”
(c) 2021 by Michael L. Utley

(#43)

Sweat upon my brow
Dries to crystal salt; my toil
Earns ivory crown

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(#44)

Early morning mist
Mother cloud comes home to nest
Earth is safe and warm

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(#45)

Insects whispering
Secrets filled with mystery
As I plant the rice

You can read the rest of this mini-collection by clicking this link. Also, don’t forget to follow and subscribe to Gobblers by Masticadores, where you’ll find some wonderful writing and plenty of food for thought.