#cryptid
In the snow there is a coyote sitting there, looking
At me as I come out of my place of employment
As I look it him,
He turns into dog,
Then he shape shifts into a wolf
And then a human being
As the human smiles and shows his teeth.
They look like a megalodon’s teeth,
Sharp and thin
As he lunged at me
A I see that he turns back to a coyote
His shadow now, shape-sifting with each
Bump and snow ball
I am terrified
And I am frightened for this
Is a cryptid
A mystery monster
That nearly attacked me,
Submitted for approval of the midnight society
This is the tale of the coyote
Oct 29, 2025
Oct 29, 2025 at 7:53 PM UTC
the Mothman Cometh in dead of night
who knows his pain
who knows his plight
left unchecked in their faulty haste
born in pools of chemicals and waste
a slip of nature
he roams the skies
with wings of a condor
and red blazing eyes
it is said he had vanished
when the bridge came down
but I believe he remains
at the outskirts of town
I have been to Point Pleasant
and his presence I feel
on the river
on the streets
in the steps of John Keel
Jul 30, 2025
Jul 30, 2025 at 9:29 AM UTC
There once was a bigfoot whose feet
Were shamefully small and petite,
So he wore some big shoes,
But the obvious ruse
Was a clownish attempt at deceit.
May 27, 2025
May 27, 2025 at 6:42 PM UTC
i wandered in the forest, as so many hopeless do
despite the warnings of the wise
and found myself tracing the world
fingers ghosting over leaves and foxglove blossoms
as the woods grew dark around me
and the moon seemed to shy away from my path
when i stood still to search for it, what i found instead was her
standing tall enough to choke the light
and yet almost like a flame
bloodied flowers growing from her chest and covering her ribs
and antlers stretching from her amber hair
"i am", she spoke, "the patron of dreams just barely forgotten
the echo of a memory straying further away
the more you strive to keep it close"
a flutter between us in the silence
a moth
landing on her skin
and attempting to draw blood
where it sat, a new flower spread
swallowing it whole
my head felt heavy as i swayed
slick sickening warmth coating my teeth
i fell to my knees and as i did
my eyes met the leaves and dirt below
but where before there had been sticks and wood
i saw bones littering the earth
"it is a shame", she said
over the sound of the forest stirring
twisting with displeasure at my discovery
"you were as beautiful as you were lost"
Jul 30, 2020
Jul 30, 2020 at 9:42 AM UTC
I spit up words and swallow them over again.
I'm starving for any concept, any notion of myself.
Is this how I operate? Is this how I communicate?
I make prints in the soil and them to match my feet.
I'm trying to prove my own existence over any and all else.
Is this where I tread? Are my steps that weighted?
I touch bodies and am touched back in turn.
I wish I understood the matter that I occupy.
Will I know myself in time? Could I love myself in time?
Of nothing, I am sure.
Aug 27, 2019
Aug 27, 2019 at 9:03 PM UTC