by Mary E. Lowd
Fierce and flying
Claws at the ready
Fish fleeing
Scales quivering
But they won’t be saved by crying Continue reading “The Flying Otter Hungers”
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The Underlying Nature of the Universe
by Mary E. Lowd
What if the entire
Universe is a black cat
Curled up taking a nap Continue reading “The Underlying Nature of the Universe”
The Curls on His Golden Head
by Mary E. Lowd
Once there was a lion
With curls all in a riot
Flowing all over his golden head Continue reading “The Curls on His Golden Head”
The Cosmic Otter
by Mary E. Lowd
Goodnight, goodnight
The sleepy otter sings
Tucked under nebulas
Head resting on stars Continue reading “The Cosmic Otter”
The Otter Fairy
by Mary E. Lowd
Graceful and playful
Serene and marine
Pastel wings flutter
Coastal winds flitter Continue reading “The Otter Fairy”
The Tiger Fairy Dance
by Mary E. Lowd
Time for the tiger fairy dance!
Just put one paw in the air
Flutter your wings
And swish your double tail! Continue reading “The Tiger Fairy Dance”
Silver Cut Feline
by Mary E. Lowd
Fluidity incarnate
Nothing can hold her
Back or stop
Her from stalking
Through the forests of her world Continue reading “Silver Cut Feline”
Too Many Poems
Me away from my computer for two weeks: ha ha! I’ll write a bunch of poems every day and scatter them across social medias like DANDELION FLUFF ON THE WIND
Me back at my computer: dammit, I have a ridiculous number of poems to hunt down and properly archive
Surviving a Much Too Long Car Ride
That feeling when you were about to fall asleep, and suddenly, you’re struck with the whimsical desire to see a rhino with cute little feathery wings… and now you can, because AI is awesome.
Going for a ride today. Continue reading “Surviving a Much Too Long Car Ride”
The Inherent Paradox of Wishing for an Imaginary Friend
When I first met Trugo, I was eleven, and I was thinking about how I’d always wished I had an imaginary friend…
The moment that the inherent paradox occurred to me, Trugo walked up. I was getting hot chocolate in the lobby of a hotel in Ashland, where my family was visiting to see several plays. He was a river otter one inch taller than me and one week older who loves hot and sour soup and anything with shrimp in it. We’ve been friends ever since. When I don’t need him, he travels the world, but he can be back in a flash. And he helped me finish my first novel by playing the part of Trugger.