Devil’s Lake Monster by Richard Stevenson

Devil’s Lake Monster Richard Stevenson Legend has it fresh water octopi reside in Devil’s Lake. Drowned canoes of Nakota braves.   Back in the day. But, nah, the Nakota Sioux have it the creature was more like a plesiosaur, and they tried to appease…

Organism 46B by Richard Stevenson

Organism 46B Richard Stevenson Organism 46B?! What kinda moniker is that for a lithe querulous cryptid who bumped his noggin to break ice in Siberia?   I’ve scarfed enough intrepid trappers who braved chilly temperatures to discover me.  The least the survivors could do…

The Zaratan by Richard Stevenson

The Zaratan Richard Stevenson The Zaratan’s giant turtle’s shell houses trees and shrubs, looks like an island, a good place to dock, but no –   The island that was an upside down monster turtle nibbled at birds, the landed gentry, anyone or anything…

(Care and Feeding of) The Flathead Lake Monster by Richard Stevenson

(Care and Feeding of) The Flathead Lake Monster Richard Stevenson Don’t surface much. You might see me once a year, though I do runs of six appearances when I feel up to it.   Slap tag, tumble turns – I can put on quite…

The Bald Beast of Nisqually Hill by Richard Stevenson

The Bald Beast of Nisqually Hill Richard Stevenson The Bald Beast of Nisqually Hill was said to be seven feet tall, had pink eyes that glowed in the dark, wore a Ben Casey white lab coat.   Who knows? He might have beamed down…

Carnivorous Algae by Richard Stevenson

Carnivorous Algae Richard Stevenson It may look innocent enough: a pond scum colony of algae floating in a large amorphous shape on the surface of the sea.   Amoeba-like, the colony first surrounds its victim. Then like a jellyfish, tiny underside stingers nerve poison…

The Muhuru by Richard Stevenson

The Muhuru Richard Stevenson The Muhuru don’t moo or croon; he just bops you on the noggin when he’s out sloggin’ in a swamp or fen and you get in his way.   Ol’ Stegosaurus had a thagomizer – four spikes to hit your…

White Screamer by Richard Stevenson

White Screamer Richard Stevenson Tennessee’s own Banshee screamer tormented a man who built a farm house for his family of nine in the holler back of White Bluff in twenty aught.   Got fed up with the late-night screaming, loaded his shotgun and set…

from Dark Watcher: Cryptid Critter Poems by Richard Stevenson

octo-squatch has eight furry legs and a furry head the Basque mountain roads get cold best wear a Squatch Skin coat. * Tahoe Tessie’s on a tear!  Took off with Mawsie’s underwear! * the Lake Van Monster – kin to the Mosasaurus – snagged…

Pterosaur Sighting Report by Richard Stevenson

Pterosaur Sighting Report Richard Stevenson O.K. So let me see if I got this straight. You say you saw a pterosaur – not a dinosaur – gotcha – but a giant featherless flying reptile? Would that be a Pteranodon or a pterodactyl, m’am –…

Monster of the Mere by Richard Stevenson

Monster of the Mere Richard Stevenson Wildfowl and Wetlands Trust Reserve, Martin Mere, Ormskirk, Lancashire – not the sort of place you’d expect honkin’ big swans and ducks to just disappear! Somethin’ the size of and weight of a truck must be comin’ up…

Kushii by Richard Stevenson

Kushii Richard Stevenson Lake Kusharo on the northern island of Hokkaido, Japan, can claim its own thirty- to- sixty-foot crater lake cryptid. Dubbed Kushii, she’s dark brown with a horse-like head with two giraffe-like stubby nubbins and broad boat bottom back. Plesiosaur or serpent?…

Sabine Thing by Richard Stevenson

Sabine Thing Richard Stevenson The Sabine Things ain’t aggressive or mean; ain’t no gorilla escapee from some zoo: he’s a grey-haired bipedal hominid the like of me or you. Kinda shy, retirin’. Hang fire with the blunderbuss, Gus. Put away the bows and arrows,…

Quickfoot by Richard Stevenson

Quickfoot Richard Stevenson Two sightings reports in the rural U.K. – that’s all you’ve got. No hairy hominid cell phone camera pics, no scat, no hair samples. A hairy blur is all. Not interested in showing up for roll-call – let alone posing for…

Mussie by Richard Stevenson

Mussie Richard Stevenson Hi, I’m Mussie of Muskrat Lake. Pleased to make yer acquaintance. Some say I’ve got three eyes; some think I’m a lake-bound walrus, for heaven’s sake! For the record, I’ve got two peeps, same as you. Ain’t no plesiosaur land-locked since…

The Gugwe by Richard Stevenson

The Gugwe Richard Stevenson Next time you get the notion of filling a water bottle and prepping a tent, backpack, and sleeping bag for a camp-out in the deep, dark woods, think again! Unless you’ve got a forty-four magnum pistol or side cannon of…

Clahuchu and Bride by Richard Stevenson

Clahuchu and Bride Richard Stevenson Last of the Juju tribe of Devil Men, Clahuchu and bride lay side by side in the coffin dug up from their Haitian grave. Mummies most mum about their circumstances, they nevertheless manage to exude evil it seems. Anyone…

An Argentine Alien by Richard Stevenson

An Argentine Alien Richard Stevenson An Argentine alien has rustled the bushes and stepped into view. He’s not like me or you. He’s but four foot two – kinda green, maybe blue. I’m so outta here, whatever this thing is that ain’t exactly clear….

Black Demon Shark by Richard Stevenson

Black Demon Shark Richard Stevenson Melanized great white shark or sixty-foot megalodon spied just off the coast of the Baja, California, peninsula? Who knows? He’s got a huge threshing tail though and concentric rows of nasty teeth. Not the sort of denizen you wanna…

Mugwump by Richard Stevenson

Mugwump Richard Stevenson Lake Temiskaming, Ontario, is my home. Don’t often surface, so you may not know me. “Old Tessie” is one handle, but Mugwump?! Really?! That’s such an insulting moniker. Makes me feel like I don’t even swim, just hang my head and…

Skinwalker Ranch by Richard Stevenson

Skinwalker Ranch Richard Stevenson Skinwalker Ranch ain’t on no maps – at least the parts yer interested in: the hellmouth portals, astral wormholes. After you’ve been there though, you’ll know: the solution to the sasquatch/dogman quandary ain’t all material. Hey, don’t soil yer laundry….

Radioactive Frogs by Richard Stevenson

Radioactive Frogs Richard Stevenson Ribbit… Rubbit… Friggit… We’re radioactive frogs. Don’t snap up insects on the wing now we’re the size of dogs. We let the swallows swoop down for a gnat and skeeter feast, then we snap them up on tongues fat as…

Dark Matter by Richard Stevenson

Dark Matter Richard Stevenson Dark matter, dark matter… The brouhaha and chatter is you take up most of space. Most of time too, which is not separate from space but part of a continuum. Confused?  Good, so am I! Can’t see you, smell you,…

Bondegezu, Tree Kangaroo by Richard Stevenson

Bondegezu, Tree Kangaroo Richard Stevenson Yo!   Homo sapiens dude, Bondegezu, tree kangaroo. Ain’t no cryptid critter since you guys tracked me down. Lemme get down from this tree. Don’t worry.  I ain’t no pugilist, Don’t practice Muay Thai or Kung Fu. Just like to…

Napes by Richard Stevenson

Napes Richard Stevenson Napes, Napes, new world apes: ain’t gorillas or chimpanzees. Napes, napes, c’mon, pull the drapes; let us get a good long look at you. What, did you get tired of the competition for good real estate in Africa or Asia? Slog…

The Yeren’s Complaint by Richard Stevenson

The Yeren’s Complaint Richard Stevenson Yeah, we’re hairy, healthy Yerin. Don’t appreciate yer starin’ Just wanna root for roots and berries. Never mind our dental caries. Leave us a bar of soap, some shampoo. Let us soak our yarbles in a pool instead of…

Fiskerton Phantom by Richard Stevenson

Fiskerton Phantom Richard Stevenson F-f-f- fear the Fiskerton Phantom, ABC – Alien Big Cat — of Lincolnshire, U.K. Big as a cougar; black as a panther. ‘E’s not about to scamper around to the back porch for handouts, miss; ‘e’s more of the pounce…

Amomonga by Richard Stevenson

Amomonga Richard Stevenson Amomonga, Negros Island ape – Orang mawas, Ikugan equivalent names. “Wild monkey” that lives in the caves of Mt. Kanlaon. You like the innards of goats and chickens, Have eviscerated a couple of humans too to hear the folks of La…

Akkorakamui by Richard Stevenson

Akkorakamui Richard Stevenson Akkorakamui’s gonna nab you, if not with his long-reach tentacles then by his noxious inky exudate or foul-smelling body odour.  Whew!  You’ll wanna flee the scene a.s.a.p. lest you burn out both nostrils in a caustic neural holocaust. Akky baby!  Got…

Manipogo by Richard Stevenson

Manipogo Richard Stevenson Manipogo – or Winnipogo – when you’re in a Winnipeg visitin’ mood – you sure got slinky, hinky moves. You can howl, whisper, whimper, croon… Lord knows you’d win a talent show if you ever had to compete with a loon….