Number of giraffes on my desk: five. Number of poems I wrote tonight: two.
Author: marylowd
Better than a Toy Box
Wesley loves the Christmas tree — it’s like a buffet of toys.
Faded Calico
I dreamed that Heidi came home, her fur faded from age — she looked like the pictures of her on the telephone poles, faded from rain.
The Lack of a Cat
It’s very sad to play an ocarina and not summon a golden-eyed, ghost-faced, calico cat.
Things you can run out of while looking for your missing cat:
* fliers
* tape
* staples (once you’ve upgraded from packing tape to a brand new staple gun)
* energy (for asking strangers if they’ve seen the cat and then talking with them about how you miss her)
* breath (for playing the ocarina she loves) Continue reading “Things you can run out of while looking for your missing cat:”
Definition of “Tickle One”
‘Tickle One,’ noun, synonym for ‘cat’ in Wesley-speak. Usage: “That’s a tickle one!” (best said while pointing at a cat)
Inside a Two-Year-Old’s Backpack
The two-year-old has been walking around with a backpack all day. I asked him what was in it, so he proudly unpacked: plastic food, the book eight-year-old’s been reading, a plate, and the TV/DVD remotes.
Knowing
by Mary E. Lowd
Fall, 2015
I used to think that if you knew something was true
about yourself, you could change it.
Know that you’re boring? Be interesting.
Know that you’re shy? Be bold. Continue reading “Knowing”
Pins and Strings
by Mary E. Lowd
Fall, 2015
I glimpsed glittering worlds through a veil,
I pushed back the veil, explored, and wrote down
what I saw. Continue reading “Pins and Strings”
Hide-and-Go-Moo
A new game for Thanksgiving: Hide-and-Go-Moo. It’s like Hide-and-Seek, except the person hiding has to moo. Cow mode.