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November 13, 2016

We always need to believe
In something. When we are
Facing turmoil like we have never
Known. Who does not want

A Sasquatch wondering the mountains
Of Maine, Vermont, and New Hampshire?
Blurry photographs as evidence,

There is something
Out there.

Truth, elusive,
Hiding in a cave, living in the deepest depths
Of Lake Champagne or
Winnipesaukee. Will she

Leave a sample of blood -
Something never seen on
Earth before to baffle

Scientists and give us
Hope there is something
Bigger than ourselves
In the deep

With Mulder's flying saucer?

This is Poem #199 from the  Poem (almost) Everyday Project. Starting in mid-January 2016, I challenged myself to spend a year in which I’d wake most mornings and write a poem before my first cup of coffee. By the end of the year,  I had written 241 poems.  Here, I have published second drafts of  those pieces copied directly from my journal with minimal editing from their “vomit draft” state.

The front page of The International Cryptozoology Museum’s floor map.

bigfoot

Mark an X where

You have seen the unbelievable.

Who will be convinced

Your mythic animal is real?

 

I once saw a panther

slink across a New Hampshire

Highway, but Fish & Game

Say I never did.

 

Big Foot hides in the brush

Of the Maine Coast.

He watches us swim,

Fly kites, swat flies.

 

Donning his Bermuda shorts

And sunhat, carrying

An extra-large beach towel,

 

He hides in the shadows

In the safest parts of

The map, watching

From his hermit

Existence on

The largest coastal shore.

 

This is Poem #52 from the  Poem (almost) Everyday Project. Starting in mid-January 2016, I decided for one year to wake mornings and write a poem before my first cup of coffee on each day that I didn’t teach. I was working part-time then, so in the end I wrote 241 poems.  These are second drafts of  those pieces copied directly from my journal with minimal editing from their “vomit draft” state.

 

This particular poem is part of a series inspired by my visit to The International Cryptozoology Museum in Portland, Maine. Some days I’d just point to a location on the museum map below, and write from there.

 

Crypto Map

The front page of The International Cryptozoology Museum’s floor map.

 

 

 

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So, Big Foot walks

Up to you in a bar –

Says, “First, I’m real.”

 

You sip your beer,

Trying to be nonchalant,

Keeping your amazement

Under wraps. “Second,”

 

He says, “Climate

Change is real. Just

Ask my cousin, the Yeti.”

 

You imagine the melting

Ice cave – the slop

on the kitchen floor –

 

The rising sea

Levels drowning

Miami, Hawaii,

 

Odiorne State Park.

Big Foot, it seems,

Was here the whole

time and laughing.

 

But, no more. “What

Do you choose to believe

In and who

informs your choice?”

 

This is Poem #48 from the  Poem (almost) Everyday Project. Starting in mid-January 2016, I decided for one year to wake mornings and write a poem before my first cup of coffee on each day that I didn’t teach. I was working part-time then, so in the end I wrote 241 poems.  These are second drafts of  those pieces copied directly from my journal with minimal editing from their “vomit draft” state.

Crypto Map

The front page of The International Cryptozoology Museum’s floor map.

This particular poem is part of a series inspired by my visit to The International Cryptozoology Museum in Portland, Maine. Some days I’d just point to a location on the museum map above, and write from there.

 

 

I have secrets from you.

This is not a good thing.

It’s a Big Foot gorging

 

and growing and gaining

Every day that I keep

My troubles inside.

 

He gluts himself

On the suffering

Of my lies

Then ducks behind

 

Rocks at each

Flashlight beam,

Camera flash,

Video echo.

 

I need to prove

With evidence substantiated

And secured by logic,

Facts, undoctored

 

Photographs,

And hope

That proof of discovery

Will not cause panic and fear

And a mad rush out

Of this quagmire.

 

This is Poem #32 from the  Poem (almost) Everyday Project. Starting in mid-January 2016, I decided for one year to wake mornings and write a poem before my first cup of coffee on each day that I didn’t teach. I was working part-time then, so in the end I wrote 241 poems.  These are second drafts of  those pieces copied directly from my journal with minimal editing from their “vomit draft” state.

Crypto Map

The front page of The International Cryptozoology Museum’s floor map.

This poem is part of a series inspired by my visit to The International Cryptozoology Museum in Portland, Maine.

I suppose it’s more

Politically correct to call

Them “Undocumented

Species” – the creatures

Generations of folks

See. All over the world,

 

Here, Big Foot, there, the Yeti.

Here the Mountain Lion,

There, El Chupacabra.

 

Sometimes a sea serpent

Appears to lift

Your ship up above

The ocean. It is easier

 

To keep yourself secret

Underwater with depths

Too deep for humans

To explore –

 

Places where the pressure

Of salt seas would squish

Our heads –

Implode our ears,

our brains –

Where there is not light,

But phosphorescence,

And dreams.

 

In the hills of the Himalayas

Or the rural towns of Maine,

How do giant fur men hide

So well not the gift of official

Shelter remains found?

 

This is Poem #31 from the  Poem (almost) Everyday Project. Starting in mid-January 2016, I decided for one year to wake mornings and write a poem before my first cup of coffee on each day that I didn’t teach. I was working part-time then, so in the end I wrote 241 poems.  These are second drafts of  those pieces copied directly from my journal with minimal editing from their “vomit draft” state.

This poem is part of a series inspired by my visit to The International Cryptozoology Museum in Portland, Maine.

Crypto Map

The front page of The International Cryptozoology Museum’s floor map.

 

On February 24, 2016, while staying at The Inn at Park Spring in Portland, ME, my husband and I  happened upon an add for The International Cryptozoology Museum. This is the world’s ONLY museum focused on the subject of Cryptozoology, or the study of creatures not yet proven to exist, also known as cryptids. Of course, we had to go!

While there, I experienced an epiphany that only the joy of discovery can inspire as we ventured through the place, and learned that not only are creatures like Yeti and the Loch Ness Monster  studied, but also the North Eastern Mountain Lion and creatures that were later verified, such as the museum’s mascot, the coelacanth, once considered a cryptid but now, thanks to a specimen, proven to exist. These “monsters” all fall under the umbrella of this work.

The next morning, I wrote:

Next, onto The National Cryptozoology Museum – which was pretty interesting and filled with artifacts, “evidence” of undocumented species. Even the North Eastern Panther – or “Mountain Lion” or Catamount was there. And – I’ve seen one – crossing the street – at night -large and lanky. Too big to be a dog or coyote, too skinny to be a black bear. 

I was so taken in by what I had learned that day, that I began a series of poems inspired by the creatures and the science that I’d experienced as I sauntered through exhibits.

Today’s submission, Poem #31, is the first of these.

Crypto Map

The front page of The International Cryptozoology Museum’s floor map.

Crypto Map 1

The back page of The International Cryptozoology Museum’s floor map.

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