I know a secret so secret
I know more
even than the man who did the thing.
Know more
even than the woman
to whom the thing was done
once the moment of telling passed
and the secret returned
to wherever she keeps
the things she chooses
not to know.
The secret is gluey acid
burning through my fingers
and I can’t put it down.
The secret is so secret
my bones knew it
even before it got told.
fairy tales ain't just for fairies anymore
A Pox on the Patriarchy
recreational art and ephemeral life fragments
a writing quest
(give or take a few)
Be Loud. Be Brave. Be You.
Ponder(verb) to weigh in the mind; to view with deliberation; to examine carefully; to consider attentively
It was all fun and games, until the fisticuffs and shenanigans... -Deutschmarc
the life of a flamboyant accountant
Cats are my patronus. A clowder of cats.
Navigating through my post-work world
An Arts-Filled, Tasty And Sometimes-Loopy Jaunt Through Life
Here and now, with all of it.
The website of Luther M. Siler, author of fictional things
All about Poetry: Sublime, Ridiculous, Useful
Rescuing what might remain of the grey matter.
Celebrating Nature and Magic for Kids of all Ages
