My teen is trying to make the case that they should drop out of calculus. So far their arguments include, “I can think of five ways garter snakes could kill a person” and “Children don’t scream enough.”
Author: marylowd
Self-Portrait of the Universe
by Mary E. Lowd
The universe is composed
Of only one electron
That travels
Backward and forward in time Continue reading “Self-Portrait of the Universe”
Always Be Yourself and Always Live in the Moment Unless…
by Mary E. Lowd
My past and future self
Are an otter on the run
Come from
A spacefaring
Civilization Continue reading “Always Be Yourself and Always Live in the Moment Unless…”
Spaceships and Otters
by Mary E. Lowd
There can never be
Too many songs
About spaceships
And otters Continue reading “Spaceships and Otters”
A World with Two Oceans
by Mary E. Lowd
Where the oceans meet
Upper and lower
Like two atmospheres clashing
Constantly splashing Continue reading “A World with Two Oceans”
First Episode of Agatha All Along
Well, my family tried to watch Agatha All Along…
But after one episode we realized we didn’t remember WandaVision well enough, so instead of proceeding to the second episode, we rewatched the first half of WandaVision. Continue reading “First Episode of Agatha All Along”
Darkbusters in the Middle
I had a dream that Ghostbusters: Frozen Empire was a video game I was playing, but the characters in it were the family from Malcolm in the Middle. And there was this time loop where you had to go back in time to beat the big ghost boss, and the big reveal was that you learned Francis had been Hal all along but at a different age, because you needed him at three ages — Hal, Francis, and the baby — fighting together to beat the big ghost boss. And when we won, there were lots of good Ghostbuster toys for everyone. Continue reading “Darkbusters in the Middle”
The Carefree Otter
The Mighty Hunter
by Mary E. Lowd
She is a mighty hunter—
She waits
And watches
She wiggles her haunches Continue reading “The Mighty Hunter”
Beach Ball
by Mary E. Lowd
A treasure from the land
Just laying on the shore
Begging itching arms
To reach out Continue reading “Beach Ball”