by Mary E. Lowd
March 11, 2021
No one likes to be interviewed
Not even a dog
So grumbling and whining
Trying not to be rude
The hopeful candidate
Wades through this slog Continue reading “The Dog Interview”
An e-zine about spaceships, aliens, science, memory, motherhood, magic, and cats.
by Mary E. Lowd
March 11, 2021
No one likes to be interviewed
Not even a dog
So grumbling and whining
Trying not to be rude
The hopeful candidate
Wades through this slog Continue reading “The Dog Interview”
by Mary E. Lowd
March 12, 2021
The lion stops
For a simple drink
A pause in his day
A moment to think
But alas!
An interruption! Continue reading “The Lion and the Turtle”
by Mary E. Lowd
March 21, 2021
What is this?
What is this?
No mere mud puddle!
Not to be understood by you,
Mere mortal! Continue reading “Puddle Portal”
by Mary E. Lowd
March 11, 2021
Bouquets of flowers
Bouquets of cats
Arranged in rows
Arranged in vats
Which is prettier?
Who can know Continue reading “Flowers and Cats”
by Mary E. Lowd
March 9, 2021
Sleeping soundly,
Like a log,
This good dog,
Flies through skies,
Rich with clouds,
O’er stars and rainbows,
Their four paws bound, Continue reading “Superhero Dog”
by Mary E. Lowd
March 12, 2021
Silky black
Like the night sky without stars
Or the depths of a cave without torches
The cat’s fur gleams
Wrapped in paper
Swaddled in cardboard Continue reading “The Cat and the Box”
by Mary E. Lowd
March 8, 2021
Four horses on a grey and gloomy day,
Stop to drink some water on their way,
Shall they ride to battle?
Shall they ride to glory?
Perhaps they’ll simply wander,
Hooves sloshing marshes, Continue reading “Four Horses”
by Mary E. Lowd
June 5, 2019
Two roses—
The full rose, petals pale with age,
The rosebud, petals bright with youth,
—both perfect, in their way. Continue reading “Two Roses”
by Mary E. Lowd
February 22, 2018
Be brave,
Little daffodil;
The cold
won’t last.
by Mary E. Lowd
March 11, 2021
As small as an apple
This vole samples
Seeds and grains and scraps
Not worrying about any traps
Living its small life
Avoiding any strife
Just going about the day
Not getting in anyone’s way
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From the book: Some Words Burn Brightly: An Illuminated Collection of Poetry
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