by Mary E. Lowd
The universe is being built
Over and over again
Piece by piece
By every mind that wakes up in it Continue reading “The Fundamental Particle”
“Steeped in Drama”
My kid was frustrated with an errand running long last night, so I asked ChatGPT to tell us a joke about boba drinks, as we were gonna pick some up as a treat. It got so excited that I started just playing along and telling it, sure, I’d like to see whatever it suggested next… Continue reading ““Steeped in Drama””
Back in the Pacific Northwest
The way Battlestar Galactica (‘04) handles politics is really exceptional. I’d forgotten just how good it is, and I don’t think I’d ever realized quite how much it affected my thinking when writing early Otters In Space.
And I wish it weren’t so relevant now. Continue reading “Back in the Pacific Northwest”
Copenhagen Itinerary
While we were in Denmark for five days, I wrote three poems, started Otters In Space 5, did some brainstorming for short story ideas, read a Hans Christian Andersen story in the original Danish, and visited the following places: Continue reading “Copenhagen Itinerary”
The Dandelion Who Thought She Was an Orchid
by Mary E. Lowd
I thought I was an orchid
Surrounded by shining
Gleaming
Sun-reflecting Continue reading “The Dandelion Who Thought She Was an Orchid”
Driftwood Woman
by Mary E. Lowd
I am a piece of driftwood
On a foreign shore
Your waves and storms
Moods and frowns Continue reading “Driftwood Woman”
Sisters
by Mary E. Lowd
I’ve been managing other people’s feelings
Since before I could speak
I calmed my mother
Enraged my father Continue reading “Sisters”
While in Copenhagen…
After some deliberation, we’ve concluded that while I’m willing to try to stay awake for a couple more hours for the sake of trying to be on local time… I am not actually fit to leave the place we’re staying and interact with the outside world until I’ve slept again. Sleeeeep…. Continue reading “While in Copenhagen…”
More Sense Than Coffee Spoons
by Mary E. Lowd
Sometimes my life feels like a budget
I need to balance
Allocating hours
To some activities, at the expense of others
Trying to optimize
My time Continue reading “More Sense Than Coffee Spoons”
The Hourglass
by Mary E. Lowd
Am I the hour glass
Or the sand passing through
Its gossamer waist
One grain at a time? Continue reading “The Hourglass”