An e-zine about spaceships, aliens, science, memory, motherhood, magic, and cats.
Zoey’s Extraordinary Playlist is an exceptional work of art. It would be a crime against everything that is beautiful and meaningful if it doesn’t get renewed, and Jane Levy deserves awards.
[insert an acquaintance suggesting they don’t want it renewed, because it’s perfect as-is] Continue reading “Zoey’s Causing Extraordinary Happiness”
I BEAT ECCO THE DOLPHIN!!!!!!!!!!
I spent soooooooo many hours playing that game as a kid, and I have never seen the end before!!!!!!!!!!!
I SAVED ECCO’S POD!!!!!!!!!!!! Continue reading “Ecco the Dolphin”
Story time.
When I met my husband, he was a Christian. He believed Christians shouldn’t date non-Christians, meaning me. That was a rude and surprising slap in my face, after I had got up my eighteen-year-old courage to tell him I liked him. Continue reading “Christianity”
Before bed, we throw goldfish crackers at the dogs.
Two of the dogs are confused and a little miffed we throw treats, instead of handing them over in a civilized manner.
But Trudy — who is too old to successfully catch them in her mouth anymore — thinks it’s the best game ever.
I dreamed that dogs and wooden spoons are two sides of the same thing, and since my dog kept running away, I would have to keep her in spoon-form until she started behaving better.
Then I spent the rest of my dream carrying around a spoon and talking to her like she was a dog. Continue reading “Wooden Spoons, Lost Musicians, and Clean Clothes”
The new first thought upon waking every morning: oh thank goodness, it was just a dream, I wasn’t really in that place breathing contaminated air and don’t have to go furiously wash my hands right now.
So, I guess my sub-conscious has caught up with what’s going on. Continue reading “Sub-conscious Catching Up”
Adam Schlesinger’s music made me feel like someone else was singing my song.
I’ve been numbly playing Diablo 3, and it keeps giving me secret cow levels, Whimsyshire, and clusters of treasure goblins as if the game itself is trying to cheer me up.
by Mary E. Lowd
Originally published in Empyreome, September 2017
Lee-a-lei’s wide wings fluttered, casting pools of colored light that chased each other across the walls of the robotics laboratory. The harsh fluorescents from the ceiling softened to warm reds, golds, and chips of blue or green as they passed through her translucent wings. Continue reading “One Alien’s Wings”
by Mary E. Lowd
Originally published in Theme of Absence, July 2017
The blue sun of Lottie IV glinted off the watery world’s ice rings. Rocky chunks of diamond gleamed with sapphire light, stretched in a crescent across the world’s pale sky. Its inhabitants — a long-spined, thick-furred, water-breathing, lutrinae species — had stared at that crescent of glittering ice from Lottie’s oceans for generations. Out of reach. Unconquerable. Continue reading “Sky River”
by Mary E. Lowd
Originally published in Fantasia Divinity Magazine, December 2017
Alarm bells rang out and lights flashed red from the corners of the buildings on either side of the street. A mechanical turret rising out of the middle of the mountaintop base swung around and cast invisible laser beams, searching for the intruder, but Rikkita threw herself to the ground and spread her wide, bushy tail over her back. The fur on her tail was ultra-dark black; it would confuse the algorithms processing the data from the lasers. As long as she held still, she was safe. Continue reading “Treasure Moon”