by Mary E. Lowd
The spirals in the distance
Reflect the spirals we build
Around us
Reaching out through mimicry Continue reading “Around Us”
An e-zine about spaceships, aliens, science, memory, motherhood, magic, and cats.
by Mary E. Lowd
The spirals in the distance
Reflect the spirals we build
Around us
Reaching out through mimicry Continue reading “Around Us”
by Mary E. Lowd
A Deep Sky Anchor Original
The sky was a the kind of empty blue that foretells a sunny, uneventful day, as untouched by actual weather as a day can be. Alivia couldn’t stand it. She wanted to frolic in mud puddles, dancing under the droplets of a gusting storm. She wanted to prance and twirl on her cloven hooves, shake raindrops from her snowy mane like a waterfall, and spear the thorn-sharp tip of her horn into as many individual drops of water as she could. She wanted to play rainy day games.
Alivia was a unicorn who loved the rain. Continue reading “The Muddy Unicorn”
by Mary E. Lowd
The best poem about capybaras
Has already been written
But I can write another one Continue reading “A Less Good Poem About Capybaras”
by Mary E. Lowd
The otter inventor & their invention…
A machine involving fish
Clearly, that’s the intention Continue reading “The Enigmatic Fish Machine”
by Mary E. Lowd
I don’t want cathedrals
Empty halls for praying
To angels
Who may or may not exist
(They don’t) Continue reading “Science & Imagination”
by Mary E. Lowd
Watching the moon swirl
Up above the skyline
The whole sky is full
Of melting moonbeams
That make an otter think of flying Continue reading “The Melted Moon”
by Mary E. Lowd
When the moon melts the sky
Like a reflection
Disturbed in a puddle Continue reading “The Melting Moon”
by Mary E. Lowd
The moon fills her wings
Nighttime sings
Her songs
Songs from an otter’s heart Continue reading “Moon-Winged Otter”
by Mary E. Lowd
Isn’t she glorious
As the dawn catches her wings
It lifts my spirits
Just knowing she’s there
—no, not really there— Continue reading “The Flying Cat”
by Mary E. Lowd
Those purple eyes…
Her iridescent wings…
A kitten is already perfect
But somehow, she ascends
To become an even higher thing