An e-zine about spaceships, aliens, science, memory, motherhood, magic, and cats.
by Mary E. Lowd
Originally published in A Glimpse of Anthropomorphic Literature, Volume 3, August 2016
Maureen lumbered toward the Re-Incorpus Center, feeling horribly large and conspicuous. Wire fencing on either side of the sidewalk protected her from the yelling protesters. Nothing protected her from reading the hateful slogans on their signs: Re-Incorpus Is Murder! Vat-Bodies Have No Souls! Death to Gen-Clones! Continue reading “The Mouse Who Was Born a Bear”
by Mary E. Lowd
Originally published in A Glimpse of Anthropomorphic Literature, Issue 2, March 2016
Sheep tell many tales as they graze. There’s little to do in a grassy field but count the clouds, search for four-leafed clovers, and tell tall tales. Yet, some of the sheep’s tales are true, and when Soft-as-Snow stares at the clouds with her liquid brown eyes, she isn’t counting them. She’s searching, seeking, and hoping against hope — waiting for White Wings to return to her. Continue reading “Sheeperfly’s Lullaby”
The three-year-old pretending to be Santa, doing a voice and holding a pillowcase of his toys over his shoulder: “Do you want a toy?”
The nine-year-old: “Just pour your bag out and let me see what you have.” Continue reading “More Santa Shenanigans”
Elaine got Mad Libs in her stocking. Most of the nouns she chooses are ‘strawberry’ and ‘pancake.’
Our first year has been a long, dark year, but we published a lot of stories — 45 so far. We even got a call-out from a story in Daily Science Fiction: the story notes for The Empty Empire explain that it was inspired by Deep Sky Anchor, and it sent a few visitors our way. (Welcome! We loved getting your comments!)
In this dark December, we could all use a little brightness and cheer, so our present to you is a classic Christmas ghost story about that lovable, curmudgeonly, feline Scrooge — Shreddy and the Christmas Ghost. Continue reading “Merry Christmas from a Grumpy Cat”
by Mary E. Lowd
Originally published in Anthropomorphic Dreams Podcast, AD 049, December 2012
Everything was going wrong this Christmas, and the dogs were too stupid to care.
Usually, after the Feast of the Giant Bird, Shreddy and the dogs were given table scraps to eat. As a cat and a mediocre hunter, Shreddy relished the chance to taste the flesh of an avian larger than himself. He looked forward to it all year. Thus, he watched in utter horror as one of the Red-Haired Woman’s dinner guests scraped all the plates off into the trash. No taste of turkey this year. Continue reading “Shreddy and the Christmas Ghost”
Time for the Christmas Eve broccoli.
There’s a tooth under my nine-year-old’s pillow, and the stockings are hung over the fireplace. Santa and the tooth fairy may cross paths.
My plan to hibernate through the next few months seems to have been thwarted by my failure to be a bear.
Continue reading “Hibernations and Rivalries, Both Thwarted”
My fish is super happy about the power outage — his tank has been relocated across town, and he’s all excited about the new surroundings.
I thought I had no words in me, but I managed to write an 800 word passage. Continue reading “The World and Time, Frozen”
Sometimes I think about whether I would have gone by my initials — M.E. Lowd — if I’d understood 13 years ago just how deep the sexism is.
Every. Time. The city gets ice, we lose power. Trim back the goddamned trees during the summer, Eugene.