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.
A personal blog that's mostly about gardening and cats.
fairy tales ain't just for fairies anymore
A Pox on the Patriarchy
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
Here and now, with all of it.
The blog of Luther M. Siler, teacher, author and local curmudgeon
All about Poetry: Sublime, Ridiculous, Useful
Historical Non-Fiction in Northern Ontario
