An e-zine about spaceships, aliens, science, memory, motherhood, magic, and cats.
by Mary E. Lowd
December, 2000
Steve does not believe I could kill him unarmed!
Velociraptors can kill any human unarmed!
With a battle axe!
He thinks he could outrun a velociraptor.
You can’t outrun a velociraptor.
Not even with a car. Continue reading “With a Battle Axe!”
by Mary E. Lowd
March 31, 2021
In a fairyland of flowers
Under the thick, streaming sun
Stands a fairy rider
Aching for some fun
Here comes a jolly steed!
A faithful dog
Jovial & true Continue reading “The Fairy Steed”
by Mary E. Lowd
An excerpt from Otters In Space 2: Jupiter, Deadly. If you’d prefer, you can start with Chapter 1, return to the previous chapter, or skip ahead.
With Kipper gone, Trudith and Petra found themselves alone with each other again. Although it had only been a time-delayed ghost of her, Kipper’s presence had filled the space between Trudith and Petra, bridging the gap between them. The emptiness she left behind was like a giant chasm. The tenuous bridge she had provided, crumbled away, leaving them with a gulf of silence. Continue reading “Otters In Space 2 – Chapter 24: Earth”
by Mary E. Lowd
March 10, 2021
When the trees hold the moon
In their branches
At night
Twigs becomes fingers
In mere phantom touches
Their caresses reluctant
For what if the moon saw their love?
What if the moon didn’t requite?
Continue reading “Hidden Love”
by Mary E. Lowd
February 21, 2020
Wings of light,
A ruffled dress,
Faeries flight,
Under the sun’s caress.
Flower or fae,
Who can say?
Only the third eye sees, Continue reading “What the Third Eye Sees”
by Mary E. Lowd
May 30, 2019
The rose turns her yellow face
Open and vulnerable
Toward the yellow face
Of the sun
And dreams
The star looks back at her. Continue reading “The Yellow Rose Dreams”
by Mary E. Lowd
February 20, 2020
Lemon butter star,
Shining from the earth,
Full of flavor,
Full of light,
When we wonder who we are,
What anything is worth,
As least we can savor, Continue reading “Lemon Butter Star”
by Mary E. Lowd
March 3, 2021
The architecture of the daffodil
Fascinates me
Every curve and contour
So bold and exact Continue reading “Blueprint for a Daffodil”
by Mary E. Lowd
March 13, 2021
The voices in the room
Criss-crossing
Over, under
Each other
Speaking of hope & doom
How to think
Who is right Continue reading “In the Room”
The moment when you realize a poem can be as important as a novel.
Or maybe more important.
And worse, that you’ve been a fool for not knowing that all along.