An e-zine about spaceships, aliens, science, memory, motherhood, magic, and cats.
by Mary E. Lowd
Originally published in Daily Science Fiction, April 2020
Apricot dozed in her cat-carrier, enjoying the warmth of the sunlight pouring through the car window and down through the grated metal top of her carrier. She had an old, rough towel to sleep on, and she was extremely comfortable. The occasional bump in the road roused her out of her semi-sleep, and she heard her humans in the front seat of the car talking. Continue reading “The Fire In Her Claws”
The cats have stolen my tiny DS9 figurine that lived on the back of a toy turtle on my desk.
I’d say, “This means war,” except… I think it was actually the final blow in an ongoing war.
The cats won. I give up.
The cats are in charge now.
Now that I have two Bengal cats, when I go into the kitchen unexpectedly, I get twice as many long-faced leopard stares, saying “Why doth thou intrude into Our sovereign kingdom?”
I finally watched the 2008 “The Day the Earth Stood Still.” It’s very pretty—shiny orbs; Keanu Reeves. But I wish he’d gotten to give the little speech at the end about how humanity needs to shape up. I was looking forward to that and would have enjoyed it. Ah well.
The kitten is a surprisingly effective tool for getting the seven-year-old to read. Just ask them, “Why don’t you read this book to the kitten?” and suddenly their ability to concentrate on a book easily triples.
There are some incredibly powerful, empowering women, written by men who see women as lesser.
All I can think is these sexist men wrote empowering women by accident, seeing them as ideas & plot devices, in some cases brought to life by talented actors. Continue reading “Better than the Writer who Wrote Them”
The sky is orange,
The elementary school called,
Cancelling iPad distribution,
So the iPads don’t get covered in ash,
Like everything else is.
This is fine.
by Mary E. Lowd
Originally published in Daily Science Fiction, September 2018
Am-lei had been growing stiffer by the day. Her long, green, tubular body was usually lithe and flexible. She could twist her way through the grav-bubble obstacle courses on the Crossroads Space Station playground better than any Heffen children in her class. Their canine bodies couldn’t bend in half, twist into a pretzel, or grab onto an extra jungle gym bar with a sixth pair of arms. Continue reading “Veins of Black, Dust of Gold”
We watched Roger Rabbit yesterday, and this morning the neighbors are doing some sort of work on their house involving hammering.
My half-asleep brain kept hearing the hammering as “shave and a haircut” and was convinced they were trying to lure out fugitive toons.
by Mary E. Lowd
A Deep Sky Anchor Original, September 2020
It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a cat in sight of an empty box, must sit in it.
However little known the feelings or views of such a cat may be on their first encountering an empty box, this truth is so well fixed in the minds of all good cat owners, that all empty boxes are considered as the rightful property of some one or other of their cats.
“My dear Mx. Kitty,” said the dog to her one day, “have you heard that the Amazon truck has arrived at last?” Continue reading “Excerpt from Purride and Purrejudice”