by Mary E. Lowd
He’s soft as a purr
She’s tough as crocodile teeth
The touch of his fur
Sends a shiver all the way
To the claws at the tips of her feet Continue reading “The Gator Girl’s Soft Boy”
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Flame Point and Gator Green
by Mary E. Lowd
There is heroism in a quiet moment
Of connection, contemplation
Reflection & imagination Continue reading “Flame Point and Gator Green”
Flame Point Poet
by Mary E. Lowd
He’s sitting alone
On a park bench reading
Poetry on his phone Continue reading “Flame Point Poet”
The Caped Otter
by Mary E. Lowd
The most heroic rescue
—saving lives or saving paws
From getting wet—
Isn’t necessarily heaven sent Continue reading “The Caped Otter”
Years Pass
by Mary E. Lowd
She was so young, I say
Looking at a photograph of myself
And I am so old
But then you take a photograph
Of me now
More than the World
by Mary E. Lowd
The fool on the hill
Who they sing songs about
Won’t rejoin the world Continue reading “More than the World”
Language is Evolving
by Mary E. Lowd
When the sharp cuts stack up
Like wounds on top of scar tissue
You become
Held down by the weight of context Continue reading “Language is Evolving”
Legendary Boysenberry
Brain: let’s put a Taylor Swift song on loop!
Me: you mean get a song stuck in my head?
Brain: how about one where she rhymes with “legendary”! Continue reading “Legendary Boysenberry”
What the Eyes Covet and the Stomach Craves
by Mary E. Lowd
Originally published in Brunch at the All Alien Cafe, March 2024
Like a delicate crystal vase, the hard shell of Am-lei’s chrysalis cracked, spilling out the furled up, new-grown, riotously colorful wings inside. Still wet, the wings hung from her changed body, pulsing with life, heavy and dragging her down, out of the chrysalis that had held her, dormant, for the last month.
The month had passed like a dream. Am-lei remembered her body itching all over, and her mouth overflowing with gooey silk-spittle. She remembered climbing up the walls of her room and gluing her feet to the ceiling as her squishy, green caterpillar skin split down the middle, shedding like a winter coat on a hot day, revealing the hardened chrysalis that had developed underneath, her new outer shell, as the rest of her melted and mutated inside. Continue reading “What the Eyes Covet and the Stomach Craves”
Feral
by Mary E. Lowd
Sometimes I feel like a feral wolf…
But you know what a wolf is?
By definition
Feral Continue reading “Feral”