Michael James Treacy
Life is a one-horse town and I've got a boil on my bum.
Michael James Treacy is known inside the Colony as mickleinapickle. If you’re not yet a member, join us now.

A retired septuagenarian, Michael James Treacy lives in idyllic bliss with Mrs Treaclechops and spends much of his time in various literary, artistic and horticultural endeavours. He has three children, six grandchildren, a wonky leg, a dicky ticker and a dizzy head.
.
A working life spanning 50 years included such disciplines as soldier, sales engineer, design engineer, estimator, buyer, quality manager and project manager. He was glad of a good sit-down at the end of it all.
.
He’s had a number of poems and short stories published in various magazines and anthologies and has been working on his debut sci-fi novel for about 10 years (one third complete) and hopes to finish it before his 100th birthday.

Secrets
1. As a young man, I was an army intelligence operative.
2. As a middle aged man, I won £5,000,000 worth of export business for the company I worked for.
3. As an old man, I had poetry featured in the same publication as Benjamin Zephaniah.
When You're Not Reading Me
1. Where The Crawdads Sing by Delia Owens
2. A Kestrel for a Knave by Barry Hines
3. The Day of the Triffids by John Wyndham
What's On My Bedside Table
1. A bottle of holy water for things that go bump in the night.
2. A tin hat for when Vladimir Putin reaches the final stage of madness.
3. A book entitled, 'My Greatest Achievements' by Donald Trump for when I need a good laugh.
Social Links
Works by Michael James Treacy

Ripening Cherries

An anthology of Japanese-style poetry

An anthology of haiku, tanka and haibun poetry published by Offa’s Press. I have three haiku featured on page 14.

“ This delightful anthology will draw you into another world, the minimalist world of Japanese poetic forms ”

The Backstory

listening to old stories... the boy's eyes flit to his iPad

For Rhino in a Shrinking World

A Poetry Anthology

An international poetry anthology published by The Poets Printery of South Africa to highlight the plight of the rhino and its environment, and to raise funds for anti-poaching units. Contributions from poets worldwide. My offering is on page 84.

“ The poets who have contributed to this book forcibly bring to mind the terrible plight of the rhino in the modern world. ”

The Backstory

In the not-too-distant future, the last wild rhino may die screaming as a poacher hacks off its living horn.

Soul Feathers

A poetry anthology to aid the work of Macmillan Cancer Support

Published by Indigo Dreams. Includes poetry by Carol Ann Duffy, Bob Dylan, Maya Angelou, Seamus Heaney, Sharon Olds, Leonard Cohen, Benjamin Zephaniah… and on page 196, a poem by some bloke called Michael James Treacy.

“ Soul Feathers is a book full of hope and high art which restores all faith in poetry. It is full of beautiful writing which relates directly to human experience. ”

The Backstory

'Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul and sings the tune without the words and never stops at all' by Emily Dickinson

Articles by Michael James Treacy
zz jpeg Merlin

Merlin

A carved wooden statue of Merlin stands in Carmarthen town centre. A mythical Celtic shaman, he was a constant in British folklore between the 5th...
racehorse 2

Bonnie Bethany

She found a shilling down the back of the sofa and gambled it on a horse called ‘Bonnie Bethany’ in the 5th race at Carlisle....
homeless

Don’t Call On Me

Cold winds blow through city streets as winter’s grip takes hold and grey souls in downbeat worlds retreat to lies untold. . Rain-lashed pavements now...
santa

After 65 Decembers

In August, he smiled at the memories of 65 Decembers, and put away his razor. . The ruddy complexion, jovial disposition, and expanded waistline where...
wilted rose

Christina

At first encounter, she slapped my backside and declared, “I don’t recognise that bottom!” . Then she skipped away on a mission to share a...
skis

About It All Again

     Thinking back to December 1973... a village called Oberjoch (over the hill) in the Bavarian Alps. Six feet of snow! I was learning...