by Mary E. Lowd

The space around our tiny craft
Is vast, but we’re cramped
Looking through windows
And at readouts on screens
Analyzing things Continue reading “The Traveling Bards”
An e-zine about spaceships, aliens, science, memory, motherhood, magic, and cats.
by Mary E. Lowd

The space around our tiny craft
Is vast, but we’re cramped
Looking through windows
And at readouts on screens
Analyzing things Continue reading “The Traveling Bards”
by Mary E. Lowd

I can hear the ice
Falling from trees all around
An eerie sound
Like breaking glass
Or sudden rat-a-tat-taps Continue reading “After the Ice Storm”
by Mary E. Lowd

Round and round
Circling, circling
This star has found
A devoted following Continue reading “Gravitational Family”
by Mary E. Lowd

Terraforming gases gather
Rich in minerals
Nutrients
Everything needed for
Life’s cradle Continue reading “The Terraformers”
by Mary E. Lowd

They made a baby sun
In a secret lab
On the surface of our moon Continue reading “Consumed, Soon”
by Mary E. Lowd

A galaxy
Got lonely
Spiraling around
An emptiness Continue reading “The Slithering Galaxy”
by Mary E. Lowd

Like a soap bubble
Pearlescent and perfect
Lasting only an instant
This empire reigned Continue reading “The End of an Endless Empire”
It kinda feels like Taylor Swift’s song “Marjorie” is about the Fringe episode “One Night in October,” where memories of a woman named Marjorie are the only thing keeping a man from being a serial killer… and then the memories are removed, but the effect on him is still there.