hairy hominid. This one spotted
Georgia highways in the seventies.
feature? A wooden leg?!
Must be human! A victim of hypertrichosis
a twilight toot or walkabout, maybe;
expect any traffic on the back roads.
it into the bush. Maybe a really hairy
it off the grid? Has furry pajamas
stave off the winter chill. Built a yurt.
he’s really some rich schmuck’s kid
on a pre-employment lark. Powers his yurt
solar panels. Hangs with Ewell Gibbons.
on hickory nuts, berries, and tubers –
a year or two. Through one winter maybe.
after grad school? Maybe…
he’s just pretendin’ to be a ‘squatch.
a suit from a Hollywood f/x dude.
to get some post-Halloween use –
that would entail the risk of being shot –
no, probably not. A real Bigfoot who saw
of us with one? Rammed his half-leg with a
Stevenson recently retired from a 30-year teaching gig at Lethbridge College
and is in the process of selling his house in Lethbridge and moving to Nanaimo,
BC. His most recent publications are Rock, Scissors, Paper: The Clifford
Olson Murders (2016) and A Gaggle of Geese (2017).
Dachshund! and An Abominable Swamp Slob Named Bob are forthcoming.