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May 10, 2016

 

Are you real? Swimming

Around in circles and swallowing

All that’s popped up

 

Ahead of you. There is hope

for something better – just

Wade through the muck

Of these stagnant tide pools.

 

No kids will safely collect

Shells here in their tiny

Shorts and bonnets. The

Predator always waits,

Spinning in the deep. 

 

 

This is Poem #75 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, and write from there.

April 23, 2016

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Malt and Mothman,

Brewing for Bigfoot’s

Fame, Catamount

 

I’d drink it, just because

It had a cat on the label.

 

If you can remove

The label

From your beer

Without tearing it,

 

You’ll get laid that

Night. Mythology

And alcohol do

Mix.

 

This is Poem #63 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, and write from there.

April 10, 2016

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Their world is dying

For the fruit we slice up

On Cornflakes and Rice

 

Krispies. Chupacabras

Wonders between the big

Leaves and trunks and knows.

 

He should hold crops

For themselves. How

Many acres of rain

 

Forest disappear

Everyday for McDonald’s?

Homes are sinking

Into the core,

Hot, and molten, and afraid.

 

My car disappeared

Last night, pushed

Away by a giant

Beast, alone

And unbelieved in

 

Leaving empty peels

And a few drained corpses

In his wake.

 

This is Poem #57 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.

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

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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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It is hard to be

Invisible in a loud world.

Introducing yourself

To the same people,

 

Every time you meet.

They feign surprise

At your presence, then

Forget, somehow, that you

 

Exist. Like the Loch Ness

Monster – who rises every

Once in a while

As a reminder from the sea –

 

You show up at a party,

Dressed in your finest,

Only to be denied again.

 

There is no trinket to say,

“I saw her” or parties

Looking for that blurry

Photograph that neither

 

Proves nor disproves

Your existence in

Our world. Swim

Back to the depths

 

Of your underwater

Cave and hope

That someday you will appear

In focus.

 

This is Poem #41 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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Image from Singular Fortean

A horrific spectre

Spreads his wings

In the night woods.

But their fragile

Fabric catches

On loose branches.

 

Who could know

What he suffers

Alone? Trying to

Avoid the flame,

And tearing his wings.

 

But we will cower

In terror at his

Tall shadow, rising

Out of mist behind rocks.

 

We set a trap

Of lanterns – giant

Lights to attract what

We fear most. Trying

To get that elusive

Photograph to post

On Instagram and

Prove he is real.

 

This is Poem #38 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 above, and write from there.

Crypto Map

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

Here’s a little more insight into the mystery at the  Mothman Museum .

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In the night

He slinks behind the boulders

We’d climbed all day,

 

But his glowing eyes

Give him away.

Oh, and the giant almond

Head where they live.

 

Unnatural, so naturally

embedded into the forest;

In the dark, why

Shouldn’t we be afraid?

 

Even with photographic

Evidence, no-one will believe

In the unbelievable.

 

I want to invite him

To play ultimate frisbee,

Drink wine in the cabin

Of his UFO. Demon,

 

Your likeness hidden

Behind glass, printed

On teeshirts and postcards, yet,

 

Your existence a disputed

Mystery. Your witnesses

Believe in all that is possible.

 

This is Poem #36 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 above, and write from there.

Here’s a little more insight into the mystery of The Dover Demon.

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.

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

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