Congratulations to Maggie Watson–Spillwords Press Author of the Month for August 2025

Image © Maggie Watson

A big shout-out to our friend Maggie Watson, who has been named Author of the Month for August 2025 at Spillwords Press. Maggie’s poem, “Holy Communion,” garnered the award, her second monthly win this year (she was also awarded Publication of the Month for April 2025 at Spillwords Press). I’m delighted for her. It couldn’t have happened to a kinder, more wonderful person, and I’m so proud of her. Here’s wishing Maggie the best of luck in the year-end annual awards at Spillwords Press, where she’ll be a candidate in two categories. Yes, good things can, indeed, happen to good people. 😊

You can visit Maggie’s blog at Ephemeral Encounters.

Our Friend Maggie Watson Nominated for Author of the Month for August 2025 at Spillwords Press

A bit of exciting news, folks. My good friend and superb poet Maggie Watson has been nominated for Writer of the Month for August 2025 at Spillwords Press. Earlier this year, Maggie won the award for Publication of the Month for April 2025 at Spillwords Press, so she’s on a roll. I want to ask all of you to check out her latest offering at Spillwords Press, a magnificent piece titled “Holy Communion,” then give her a vote of support. She is absolutely deserving of this award.

Voting for Author of the Month for August 2025 ends August 28. You may cast your vote here:

Spillwords Press Author of the Month for August 2025

You can also experience Maggie’s sublime poetry on her blog, Ephemeral Encounters. Maggie’s writing is intense, at times brutal, always courageous, and deeply personal, and I admire her as both a writer and a person.

Help support our writing community by casting your vote for our friend Maggie, will you?

Burn, Baby, Burn…

This morning I received a comment on my post “A Few Haiku & Senryu (63)” with regards to this piece:

(#378)

our humanity
bleeds out in Gaza and Ukraine
just another day

The comment read (and I’m paraphrasing here since I immediately deleted it), “Thank YOU, Mr. President, for bombing Iran,” and setting it on fire, adding that he hopes to see Iran flattened to the same degree as Gaza. He ended his mini-maga-rant thusly: “Burn, baby, burn!”

I have my comments set to Moderation specifically to weed out trash comments from deluded right-wing maga cultist trolls such as this person, so fortunately I was able to delete the comment before it ever saw the light of day on my blog.

In my four years of blogging, I’ve seen only a handful of extremist maga cult blogs (four or five, tops), and I’m grateful for that. This WordPress community has been, in my experience, a safe haven for compassion and sanity, where folks care about one another and strive to exhibit the best of what it means to be human. But there’s always that one guy, right? There’s always that rotten apple in the barrel, that putrid potato in the cellar, that colony of mold on the loaf of bread, that illiterate third-grade bully who terrorizes the smaller kids but who’d shit his pants at the thought of harassing someone his own size.

Before deleting this person’s comment, I took a quick peek at his blog, and yeah, it was just as nasty as I imagined it would be, replete with hateful, obscene “own the libs” memes and maga propaganda. A few years ago, I ditched my Facebook and Twitter accounts for this very reason—those social media platforms have been overrun with right-wing extremists, and their owners—two of the most abhorrently evil men on the planet (Zuckerberg and Musk)–not only turn a blind eye to this maga cesspool of hatred on their sites, they also participate in it, encourage it, and rake in billions from it. And, because of this, right-wing extremism continues to thrive and spread like the cancer it is, affecting not only those still on their platforms but also those who have chosen not to associate with these anti-democracy, anti-America thugs.

I lost faith in humanity long ago. Growing up in a severely dysfunctional family in a state (Utah) dominated by a religious cult (mormonism) to which I did not belong will do that to a person. Yet…there’s a part of me that hurts when I see other people hurting, a part of me that cries out and yearns to help, to make things better, to assuage the tears and fears of my fellows here on this planet. My motto has always been “We’re All In This Together, We All Matter, We All Have Value…” But I find my compassion and resolve tested constantly nowadays by my fellow citizens here and abroad who obviously never read the memo about how to be a decent human being. And this leaves me wondering…am I wrong here? Am I an idiot for believing there is goodness in all of us? I mean, seriously? I’ve been mistaken plenty of times before when it comes to trusting people, to giving people the benefit of the doubt, and I’ve paid a heavy price more than once for my errors in judgment.

Perhaps the biggest question of all is, are these people–like the one who commented on my blog–too degenerate to be redeemed? Most religious folks will tell you there’s hope for everyone, or at least for most of us. But one needn’t be religious to hold out hope for humanity. At the same time, one must be realistic in one’s assessment of humanity, and that means recognizing that some folks are past the point of no return.

We have a “leader” who personifies the most heinous traits of the dark side of humanity, someone who has a blighted soul and no heart whatsoever, who is hellbent on destruction for the sake of destruction with no accountability at all. And this fascist felon/rapist/traitor monster has a following of at least 77 million like-minded trigger-happy cultists who will do his bidding without question, conscience or remorse. This person has now initiated an illegal, unconstitutional war with an adversary that posed no direct threat to our country, based on lies of weapons of mass destruction (jeez, where have we heard this before?), with absolutely no game plan, no permission from Congress and no consideration for how his blatantly criminal and inhumane actions will affect the world. And his legion of followers salivate at the thought.

I suppose I was right about one thing: we truly are all in this together, unfortunately.

Burn, baby, burn…

An Explanation…and a Request

I don’t want to presume that it’s a big deal to anyone else, but I feel like I need to offer an explanation as to why I’ve been unable to respond to comments regularly and in a timely manner as of late.

I’m having a lot of difficulty coping with the political situation here in the States. In all of my sixty-one years, I’ve never seen anything as destructive and sinister and downright evil as this fascist assault on our democracy being waged by the political right-wing and its reckless and violent maga base (and no, I won’t dignify that hate group by capitalizing those letters).

I lived through Nixon’s Watergate scandal in the ’70s and recall the jaw-dropping lawlessness of that foul and utterly despicable president and his feckless lackeys, the break-ins and lies and cover-ups and missing tapes and midnight purges and the shame all of it brought on America. And when it ended, finally, I remember thinking that nothing like that could ever happen again in America, that we’d be on guard to prevent another scandal of such proportions, and that the always morally suspect republican party had learned its lesson.

It has not.

And now, here we are, four months into a new fascist America, headed by a convicted felon, adjudicated rapist, and traitor who is busily blasting his way through our Constitution and annihilating our government, with a little help from his co-president and world’s richest asshole. Those of us who possess critical thinking skills saw this coming when this monster announced his intentions on his golden escalator to hell a decade ago. We knew what would occur if this psychopath somehow found his way to 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue. And we were right. With more than a little assistance from our biggest international adversary, this monster stole the White House in 2016 and set in motion his dark vision of what has been called America’s New Reich.

Everyone knows what happened after that. Needless to say, we are in deep shit now. America is on its knees and this monster wields the executioner’s axe. Millions of American citizens are in grave danger. Hate and violence are on the rise. Is a second civil war imminent? Likely so. The level of corruption is staggering and incomprehensible. The republican-controlled Congress is compromised and has fully capitulated to this madman. The conservative Judiciary has granted this monster near-total immunity. The Executive branch has been weaponized and turned into a virtual hit-squad to be used against political enemies and dissent. Right-wing media spreads conspiracy theories, lies and propaganda day and night. Ignorant, racist, bigoted people are emboldened to retaliate against imaginary threats with vitriol and fists and guns. The social safety net is set to be eliminated. The poor, elderly, sick and disabled, as well as women, immigrants, racial minorities, the LGBTQ+ community, and other marginalized groups have become targets of both right-wing politicians and fellow citizens. People are being kidnapped off the streets in broad daylight by unidentifiable masked assailants posing as ICE agents and shipped sans habeas corpus to gulags in foreign lands. Democratic lawmakers and non-partisan judges doing their jobs are being arrested on trumped-up charges (pun most definitely intended). And a new budget bill that will likely become law soon will gift billionaires trillions of dollars stolen from the poor and working class.

America has lost its global standing as that beacon of light on the hill, that shining example of democracy at which the rest of the world once marveled. “The land of the free, the home of the brave…” Not anymore. Now, our fascist Dear Leader cozies up to despots, attacks allies in the Oval Office, and openly desires to invade and conquer our neighbors and other nations in his psychotic, demented aspirations of expanding the American Empire.

I’m struggling, folks. Personally, I stand to lose everything because of these fascists. I rely on the social safety net because I’m disabled. I will lose my income, my healthcare and my housing sometime soon, and I will be rendered homeless. I am not prepared for this. I cannot survive as a homeless person. And this is constantly on my mind.

I never thought I’d live to see the death of my country. I never thought the republican party–greedy and power-lusting as it’s always been–would become turncoats and devolve into a death cult and go for democracy’s throat. Any thoughts of creativity, of writing poetry, die in infancy now. My mind is blank, nothing but the dull roar of fear and dread echoing between my ears.

So, please forgive me for any delays in responding to your kind comments on my blog. Please forgive me for neglecting your blogs. My blog is my only safe place and I never wanted it to become a political blog (and I still don’t). But this needs to be said because it’s the truth: America is in trouble and people will die because of this new fascist regime. Those 77 million people who voted for this—who voted for hate and violence and revenge and bigotry and discrimination and lower egg prices—will never represent the America I once knew and loved. They have brought shame and disgrace upon not only the United States but upon themselves and the rest of us as well. Those people are not Americans—they have betrayed America.

And now, a humble request…

Please, if you can, if you’re able, if you’re courageous, if you care about America and democracy and your fellow citizens, do whatever you can to fight this fascist regime. Speak up, use your voices, attend protest rallies, write and call your representatives, sign petitions, volunteer, talk to your families and friends and neighbors, speak truth to power. We need you now more than ever, and as one of my favorite online influencers has said, the power of the people is greater than the people in power. Shine the light of truth into this present darkness. Do something–anything–to resist. It’s up to us because no one else is going to save us from this most serious existential threat our democracy has ever faced.

Thanks for reading, friends.

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. 😊)