by Mary E. Lowd
February 20, 2020
Lemon butter star,
Shining from the earth,
Full of flavor,
Full of light,
When we wonder who we are,
What anything is worth,
As least we can savor, Continue reading “Lemon Butter Star”
Month: August 2023
Blueprint for a Daffodil
by Mary E. Lowd
March 3, 2021
The architecture of the daffodil
Fascinates me
Every curve and contour
So bold and exact Continue reading “Blueprint for a Daffodil”
In the Room
by Mary E. Lowd
March 13, 2021
The voices in the room
Criss-crossing
Over, under
Each other
Speaking of hope & doom
How to think
Who is right Continue reading “In the Room”
Some words burn brightly…
The moment when you realize a poem can be as important as a novel.
Or maybe more important.
And worse, that you’ve been a fool for not knowing that all along.
Otters In Space 2 – Chapter 23: Earth
by Mary E. Lowd
An excerpt from Otters In Space 2: Jupiter, Deadly. If you’d prefer, you can start with Chapter 1, return to the previous chapter, or skip ahead.
Trudith heard barking as she approached the Campaign Headquarters early in the morning. The blinds were closed against the harsh slant of morning light. Trudith couldn’t see inside, but she recognized Lucky’s voice shouting.
The door burst open, rattling on its hinges. Lucky stalked out past her, barely bothering to throw a grumbled greeting her way. That wasn’t like him. He was a genial, pleasant dog most of the time. One of the easiest people to get along with that Trudith had ever met. He probably had to be, she figured, to survive being married to Petra. Continue reading “Otters In Space 2 – Chapter 23: Earth”
I Need a Unicorn
by Mary E. Lowd
Begun on 7/11/2020; finished 8/18/2023
I need a unicorn
Whose silver fleece and shining horn
Lead the way
Down cobbled paths and sandy trails
Beside the shore Continue reading “I Need a Unicorn”
The Necromouser Cycle
by Mary E. Lowd
January, 2006
I.
Like a cat,
I bring you a dead mouse,
Mine has ellipses for a tail……… Continue reading “The Necromouser Cycle”
The Sweet Berry
by Mary E. Lowd
Summer, 2001
A wise Sage walked in a yard
Eating of the berries that there grew,
They tempted with color black,
They taunted with taste
Sour as were they green. Continue reading “The Sweet Berry”
Waiting On Elaine
by Mary E. Lowd
Spring, 2007
Before a daughter, a time of waiting,
A time before memory.
I walk the halls of my own childhood,
Places and houses only dimly remembered;
I will not find her there
But I think I am looking. Continue reading “Waiting On Elaine”
Also
by Mary E. Lowd
A Deep Sky Anchor Original
“Do you love me?”
“I love wind and rain and sun. Newborn puppies, my mother’s homemade chocolate cake, and sitting quietly, just thinking.” Continue reading “Also”