Zombie Haiku

For all my poetry-loving, zombie-killing pals, have I got something for you.

It’s “Zombie Haiku” by Ryan Mecum.

The Web site for the book includes a list of zombie haiku by celebrities including other horror writers, comedians and poet laureates.

Here’s an example of one of the celebrity submissions.

“Back to the buffet
for second helpings-
Care for a rump of infant?”
– Billy Collins, former U.S. Poet Laureate and author of the lovely Ballistics: Poems

There are also haiku written in the style of famous poets past.

“Zombie Haiku by Robert Frost
Two lobes in the skull.
I eat the bloodier one –
not much difference.”

It looks like a bloody, brainy fun read.

Lots of people give poetry books for Valentine’s Day. Don’t you think Newscoma would appreciate such a gift?

Zombie Love

For the zombie love of your life, I present the ultimate Valentine’s gift – chocolate BRAINS.

If you aren’t in a committed relationship and you’re trying to woo a zombie, you might want to try a chocolate human heart (anatomically correct of course).

If all this romance leads to a betrothal, the happy couple may want a zombie wedding cake.

Newscoma, that’s for you.

Zombies Ahead

Is it synergy or synchronicity? (not The Police version)

I’m watching The Return of the Living Dead on IFC and simultaneously while surfing the Web I ran across this roadside zombie warning at Tech-Ex.

It certainly doesn’t suprise me that they were in Austin, Texas.

Suddenly I’m craving a late-night snack.

Perhaps brains will sate my hunger.

Bride, Groom, Brains = Zombie Wedding

Check out a couple in KC coming together for zombie nuptials.

“You may now bite the bride.”

Tasty.

Zombies on a Budget

I can’t believe Newscoma hasn’t jumped on sharing this info with the masses. Guess she was too busy tweaking the header on her blog or herding Mabel away from the doggie treats.

Instead it is up to me to direct you to the info necessary to create a film-worthy zombie on a nickel-and-dime budget.

Granted the zombie looks as much like something that might be called a “lettuce monster” that eats poor bunnies that wander into Mr. McGregor’s garden than a brain-munching, mall-walking zombie, but if you must know how to turn nose putty, face paint and toilet paper into a zombie, this is the place for you.