by Mary E. Lowd
March 9, 2021

Dogs and snow!
On adventures they will go!
Roll in powder,
Taste the flakes,
Staying inside today,
Would be a great mistake. Continue reading “Snow Day”
An e-zine about spaceships, aliens, science, memory, motherhood, magic, and cats.
by Mary E. Lowd
March 9, 2021

Dogs and snow!
On adventures they will go!
Roll in powder,
Taste the flakes,
Staying inside today,
Would be a great mistake. Continue reading “Snow Day”
by Mary E. Lowd
March 7, 2021

Oh cruel glass,
Doth block the way,
Tween youthful cat,
And yonder play.
What shall a cat do?
So sadly restrained… Continue reading “Indoor Cat”
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”