An e-zine about spaceships, aliens, science, memory, motherhood, magic, and cats.
by Mary E. Lowd
October 7, 2020
1.
An otter went walking in the woods one day,
And saw some yellow flowers along the way,
“I have friends who’d like to see,” quoth he,
“These yellow flowers in a picture with me!” Continue reading “The Otter and the Daffodils”
by Mary E. Lowd
March 24, 2021
Come join the hunt!
Gallop & trot
Whinny & neigh
And if your whinny
Sounds more like meow…
Don’t let it get in the way! Continue reading “The Cat Who Wished to Be a Horse”
by Mary E. Lowd
November 7, 2019
The November rose
Doesn’t care about the time
Or weather or
The growing darkness
All around Continue reading “The November Rose”
by Mary E. Lowd
August 17,2019
The late August rose,
Has seen the summer passing.
Petals fall from its blooms,
Like scales from our eyes. Continue reading “The Late August Rose”
by Mary E. Lowd
March 4,2021
Two flowers beside each other,
Without words or needs,
Swaying in the same breeze,
Shaded by the same clouds,
Glowing under the same sun— Continue reading “Simple Companionship”
by Mary E. Lowd
March 2, 2021
Her wings askew
Like petals gold
The fairy’s flight
From love withheld
Freezes her
Statue still; statue cold
Yet spring’s delight
Warm sap like blood
Enlivens her Continue reading “The Fairy Flower”
by Mary E. Lowd
June 14, 2019
Three roses share one stem,
Like three crones share one eye.
Steal their stem,
Like Perseus stole the eye,
And your treasure,
The roses will become. Continue reading “The Gorgon Flower”
by Mary E. Lowd
December, 2000
Steve does not believe I could kill him unarmed!
Velociraptors can kill any human unarmed!
With a battle axe!
He thinks he could outrun a velociraptor.
You can’t outrun a velociraptor.
Not even with a car. Continue reading “With a Battle Axe!”
by Mary E. Lowd
March 31, 2021
In a fairyland of flowers
Under the thick, streaming sun
Stands a fairy rider
Aching for some fun
Here comes a jolly steed!
A faithful dog
Jovial & true Continue reading “The Fairy Steed”
by Mary E. Lowd
March 10, 2021
When the trees hold the moon
In their branches
At night
Twigs becomes fingers
In mere phantom touches
Their caresses reluctant
For what if the moon saw their love?
What if the moon didn’t requite?
Continue reading “Hidden Love”