Richard Stevenson
The ghoul ain't nobody's fool.
He knows a fresh cadaver
from day-old free-range meat.
He'll wait until you leave the church
and the gravediggers have filled the hole.
Fresh dirt is easier digging than trodden
grass.
He's got his own trusted shovel,
good strong arms, shoulders, and back.
Good strong fangs to tear away the meat.
Finger-lickin' good thugees from the hood!
Not in short supply. Maybe he'll hang
here
with
a gang; pick 'em off like pocket pops.
Richard
Stevenson is a retired college English and Creative Writing instructor. Taught
for thirty years at Lethbridge College in southern Alberta and recently moved
to Nanaimo, B.C. Has the usual pedigree: MFA in Creative Writing, thirty-five
published books and a CD to his credit, including four forthcoming volumes in
his Cryptid critter, ET, and Fortean lore series.
He says: That's the boring academic stuff. More interested to me is my good
fortune in being able to transition from adult free verse of the lit quarterly
variety to sci fi, fantasy, and horror! The new titles might give a sense of
the fun I've been having, even in these Covid-19 times: _Cryptid Shindig_ (a
trilogy including the volumes _If a Dolphin Had Digits_, _Nightcrawlers_, and
_Radioactive Frogs_) and a stand-alone collection, _An Abominable Swamp Slob
Named Bob_. :-)
