by Mary E. Lowd
A Deep Sky Anchor Original
I.
I don’t know if you would
Have made me happy
But your absence
Makes me sad
We’ll never know if you would have
Been my favorite Continue reading “Ode to an Artisanal, Limited Release Plushie”
An e-zine about spaceships, aliens, science, memory, motherhood, magic, and cats.
by Mary E. Lowd
A Deep Sky Anchor Original
I.
I don’t know if you would
Have made me happy
But your absence
Makes me sad
We’ll never know if you would have
Been my favorite Continue reading “Ode to an Artisanal, Limited Release Plushie”
by Mary E. Lowd
A Deep Sky Anchor Original
I.
I see broken pieces of you
Shards
Sharp and catching
All around in the world Continue reading “The Smirking Man”
Poems are weird. It’s hard to tell when they’re done. Sometimes it’s hard to tell if they’re anything at all until they’ve sat in your mind a long time and somehow not disappeared.
by Mary E. Lowd
An excerpt from Otters In Space 3: Octopus Ascending. If you’d prefer, you can start with Chapter 1, return to the previous chapter, or skip ahead.
The giant malachite stalagmite towered in front of Kipper like an underwater skyscraper. The octopus tour guide led her, Trugger, and Captain Cod into an opening at the base that turned into a dark, narrow, winding tunnel. After several sharp twists and turns, the tunnel opened into a conical chamber that must have filled nearly the entire stalagmite.
The octopus city outside the stalagmite had been a heady visual opera of colors and motions. The inside was literally dizzying. Kipper had to turn her head down and close her eyes, shutting the visual noise out for a moment before she was ready to face it again. Continue reading “Otters In Space 3 – Chapter 24: Kipper”
by Mary E. Lowd
A Deep Sky Anchor Original
The bear’s paws were covered with honey. It dripped from her claws in sticky, amber droplets. It clumped her thick brown fur together between her paw pads. Everything she touched, her paw came away leaving a ghostly paw print behind, a gleaming sheen of sugar where it had been. She could touch nothing without giving herself away.
“Where are you?” the bear’s sister cried. Continue reading “Hide the Honey”
by Mary E. Lowd
An excerpt from Otters In Space 3: Octopus Ascending. If you’d prefer, you can start with Chapter 1, return to the previous chapter, or skip ahead.
Every piece of paper in front of Petra told a story. The rows of numbers; the columns of… pointless, stupid text that meant nothing to her. The story the papers told was one of frustration and boredom. She wanted the papers to tell a story of corruption and secret societies, money being funneled into an underground military complex — an army that would rise up from their massively expensive hidden bunkers to save Earth from the raptors — all because Petra found the number trail leading to them in these papers. Continue reading “Otters In Space 3 – Chapter 23: Petra”
I just finished rewatching The Good Place for the first time since it ended. The end hit me way harder this time. It’s only a few years later, but I was under 40 then and am over 40 now.
I think… I still felt immortal just a few years ago, and now I’m wrestling with mortality. Continue reading “Not Wanting to Walk through the Door”
I’ve had several people aggressively suggest I should be hiring artists for the project where I illustrate each chapter of the Otters In Space series and then post them here rather than messing about with AI myself.
That would so expensive in emotional effort and money, and this is a for-the-love project. Continue reading “For-the-Love Project”
by Mary E. Lowd
An excerpt from Otters In Space 3: Octopus Ascending. If you’d prefer, you can start with Chapter 1, return to the previous chapter, or skip ahead.
Jenny would have given up eating clams forever to have a tour guide who simply held out a tentacle — or talon, as the case may be — and pointed to the most precious part of Corjovis. That would have been invaluable tactical information. Instead, she had two eager raptor younglings crouched behind her, calling up video and sound files on their computer pad, seemingly to show her their favorite pop songs.
Raptors danced on the touchpad screen, literally shaking their tail feathers to the rhythmic, stuttering screeches that emanated from the device. Jenny could only assume it was music. Her helmet computer had trouble keeping up with the sound to give her a translation, but most of the words seemed to be about power or love or murder or freedom or slavery or growth or dinner. The helmet computer wasn’t sure. Its translations had improved a great deal in certainty over the last few hours, but song lyrics tend to be inscrutable in any language. Continue reading “Otters In Space 3 – Chapter 22: Jenny”
There may be too many hills I would die on…
I should probably avoid hills.