Writing in the Cold

I’m writing at that cute little open air plaza at the market downtown today, and because it’s cold, I brought: a baby blanket to fold up and sit on, a baby blanket and hot water bottle to put on my lap, three jackets, a warm hat to pull over my baseball cap and fingerless gloves.

Oh, also, my amazingly cozy and cute dragon scarf, not to mention a hot pumpkin spice latte. Continue reading “Writing in the Cold”

Black Swans

by Mary E. Lowd

A Deep Sky Anchor Original, October 2022


“Why are you afraid of the black swans? They’re only swans, floating on the surface of a lake, gleaming with the depth of nebulas in their feathers.”

I watch the lake, peaceful and serene; white swans float on it with the graceful delicacy and stillness of ice sculptures or many-tiered, fondant-covered wedding cakes.

Then the black swans come.  One after another.  Crashing into the water, wings spread wide and flapping.

Progress has begun. Continue reading “Black Swans”