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Zombie Haiku: Good Poetry for Your...Brains
In your hands is a poetry journal written by an undead poet, recounting his firsthand experience during the zombie plague. Little is known about the author before he turned into a zombie, but thanks to his continued writings in this journal - even after his death - you can accompany him from infection to demise. Through the intimate poetry of haiku, the zombie chronicles his epic journey through deserted streets and barricaded doors. Each three-line poem, structured in the classic 5-7-5 syllable structure, unravels a little more of the story. You'll love every eye-popping, gut-wrenching, flesh-eating page!
145 pages, Kindle Edition
First published June 30, 2008
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April 25, 2020
like chocolate and peanut butter.
or peanut butter zombies:
come to my blog!
or peanut butter zombies:
come to my blog!
April 28, 2016
UPDATE: I ADDED A STAR TO MY REVIEW BECAUSE THE AUTHOR LIKED IT! THANK YOU, RYAN.
For the past five years or so, I have been fighting the zombie urge. Yes, I do love me a good zombie flick, but they started to appear everywhere: books and mash-ups and movies and music, heck I would not be surprised if McDonald’s had a special Happy Meal that came with a blunt instrument for the little ones at home so they could begin practicing their defense skills.
I read PRIDE AND PREJUDICE AND ZOMBIES and WORLD WAR Z and loved them both. I thought Z was a heck of a premise, and still go back every once in a while to read a few chapters. But unlike most of my friends, I was over the whole zombie domination thing. I went back to my life.
Then, out of nowhere, I hear about ZOMBIE HAIKU. Be strong, I tell myself. Nothing good will come of this. And for two years, I hold out. I stay clean. No DTs; no depression; no relapses. Cold turkey, baby. Then I get to work today. And on my desk, my desk!, not anyone else’s, I see a copy of ZOMBIE HAIKU looking at me with its rolled-back eyes and greasy flesh-eating mouth. I can resist, I tell myself as sweat beads bubble on my forehead. But then that little devil appeared on my shoulder (you know the one), and he encouraged me to go on, read it. I looked for support from my other shoulder, but I got nothing in return. Just one page. What’s the harm of one little, teeny-weeny page? If anything, I'll prove to myself that I don’t need zombies in my life.
Okay, so page the first is fun. On the one hand, there is a lonely, unnamed narrator that wants to chronicle his thoughts in what he has called his poetry journal. The poems are to be haikus, with the familiar 5-7-5 syllable pattern. The other part of this page has another sort of writing: this one tells the story of Chris, who has recently been bitten and is hiding in the bathroom of an airport.
Essentially, this collection of haikus becomes the written history of what is happening during this Zombie apocalypse. As neighborhoods become infected, and radio stations play only static, the narrator goes to his office to find some answers. Here, he is attacked by Beth, who was eating spaghetti until she smelled him. From this attack, the narrator flees to the top of a billboard where he thinks he can wait until the zombies leave. It is while waiting that the narrator understands:
My town is broken.
From this view, I see the end.
Below, they gather.
Sunburned and dehydrated, the narrator decides to flee by jumping down from the billboard. Not the smartest idea he’s ever had. In the process of his escape, he is bitten--numerous times. This is where I think the genius of this collection of haikus comes in. Up to this point, I thought the haikus were filler, nothing worth noting. But as the narrator begins to turn from human to zombie, chronicling his thoughts, the haikus become clever (I'll let you experience these ones for yourself). At one point the narrator is so hungry that all he can write is:
Brains, brains, brains, brains, brains
Brains, brains, brains, brains, brains, brains, brains
Brains, brains, brains, brains, brains
And as the transformation continues, the zombie part of the narrator tries to think like a human:
As I start walking,
I try to remember where
People like to hide.
Then the narrator decides he wants to visit his mother, who is hiding in her house. When he gets to his mother’s house, the narrator reflects upon what his father must be experiencing inside of a coffin and then proceeds to enter his mother’s house to eat her:
She’s always with me
Especially if my gut
Can’t digest toenails.
It seems that after having the narrator eat his own mother, the author, Ryan Mecum, a youth pastor from Cincinnati, Ohio, felt that the gloves were off, and the need for more gruesomeness was called for. This is provided when the narrator decides to visit a nursing home, or as the narrator sees it, a “gourmet feast.” At first I was kind of like WTF, he’s going to have zombies kill poor, defenseless old people? But then I read:
Little old ladies
Speed away in their wheelchairs,
Frightened meals on wheels.
SNAP!, he went there, and I loved it. I was back. I was a full blown addict again after reading about the nursing home. From there, the zombies gathered in larger numbers and took on entire neighborhoods and farms and even a group of survivors in an airport.
(I am going to intentionally skip over the part about the baby and the children playing hop-scotch. You want to know what happens, don’t you? You have the fever, my friend.)
If you like George Romero-type zombies, ZOMBIE HAIKU is for you. And even if you don’t like Zombies, this book is for you. Why? Because Zombies are the bomb!!
What’s that I smell?
BBBBBRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNSSSSS!!
RECOMMENDED
For the past five years or so, I have been fighting the zombie urge. Yes, I do love me a good zombie flick, but they started to appear everywhere: books and mash-ups and movies and music, heck I would not be surprised if McDonald’s had a special Happy Meal that came with a blunt instrument for the little ones at home so they could begin practicing their defense skills.
I read PRIDE AND PREJUDICE AND ZOMBIES and WORLD WAR Z and loved them both. I thought Z was a heck of a premise, and still go back every once in a while to read a few chapters. But unlike most of my friends, I was over the whole zombie domination thing. I went back to my life.
Then, out of nowhere, I hear about ZOMBIE HAIKU. Be strong, I tell myself. Nothing good will come of this. And for two years, I hold out. I stay clean. No DTs; no depression; no relapses. Cold turkey, baby. Then I get to work today. And on my desk, my desk!, not anyone else’s, I see a copy of ZOMBIE HAIKU looking at me with its rolled-back eyes and greasy flesh-eating mouth. I can resist, I tell myself as sweat beads bubble on my forehead. But then that little devil appeared on my shoulder (you know the one), and he encouraged me to go on, read it. I looked for support from my other shoulder, but I got nothing in return. Just one page. What’s the harm of one little, teeny-weeny page? If anything, I'll prove to myself that I don’t need zombies in my life.
Okay, so page the first is fun. On the one hand, there is a lonely, unnamed narrator that wants to chronicle his thoughts in what he has called his poetry journal. The poems are to be haikus, with the familiar 5-7-5 syllable pattern. The other part of this page has another sort of writing: this one tells the story of Chris, who has recently been bitten and is hiding in the bathroom of an airport.
Essentially, this collection of haikus becomes the written history of what is happening during this Zombie apocalypse. As neighborhoods become infected, and radio stations play only static, the narrator goes to his office to find some answers. Here, he is attacked by Beth, who was eating spaghetti until she smelled him. From this attack, the narrator flees to the top of a billboard where he thinks he can wait until the zombies leave. It is while waiting that the narrator understands:
My town is broken.
From this view, I see the end.
Below, they gather.
Sunburned and dehydrated, the narrator decides to flee by jumping down from the billboard. Not the smartest idea he’s ever had. In the process of his escape, he is bitten--numerous times. This is where I think the genius of this collection of haikus comes in. Up to this point, I thought the haikus were filler, nothing worth noting. But as the narrator begins to turn from human to zombie, chronicling his thoughts, the haikus become clever (I'll let you experience these ones for yourself). At one point the narrator is so hungry that all he can write is:
Brains, brains, brains, brains, brains
Brains, brains, brains, brains, brains, brains, brains
Brains, brains, brains, brains, brains
And as the transformation continues, the zombie part of the narrator tries to think like a human:
As I start walking,
I try to remember where
People like to hide.
Then the narrator decides he wants to visit his mother, who is hiding in her house. When he gets to his mother’s house, the narrator reflects upon what his father must be experiencing inside of a coffin and then proceeds to enter his mother’s house to eat her:
She’s always with me
Especially if my gut
Can’t digest toenails.
It seems that after having the narrator eat his own mother, the author, Ryan Mecum, a youth pastor from Cincinnati, Ohio, felt that the gloves were off, and the need for more gruesomeness was called for. This is provided when the narrator decides to visit a nursing home, or as the narrator sees it, a “gourmet feast.” At first I was kind of like WTF, he’s going to have zombies kill poor, defenseless old people? But then I read:
Little old ladies
Speed away in their wheelchairs,
Frightened meals on wheels.
SNAP!, he went there, and I loved it. I was back. I was a full blown addict again after reading about the nursing home. From there, the zombies gathered in larger numbers and took on entire neighborhoods and farms and even a group of survivors in an airport.
(I am going to intentionally skip over the part about the baby and the children playing hop-scotch. You want to know what happens, don’t you? You have the fever, my friend.)
If you like George Romero-type zombies, ZOMBIE HAIKU is for you. And even if you don’t like Zombies, this book is for you. Why? Because Zombies are the bomb!!
What’s that I smell?
BBBBBRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNSSSSS!!
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March 1, 2012
Child's Haiku in Wales
Why am I unwed
When my Dad's a zombie and
His best mate's undead?
Why am I unwed
When my Dad's a zombie and
His best mate's undead?
July 24, 2021
I was perusing the shelves of my local Book Off when I came across this gem. When I first finished this book during a Dewey's 24 readathon I originally gave it a 3 star rating. However after months of reflection and talking about it in my monthly wrap up video, I can see in my face and the way I talk about this book that it is a 5 star.
Do you like haiku's? The definition of a haiku is "a Japanese poem of seventeen syllables, in three lines of five, seven, and five, traditionally evoking images of the natural world." I am not a huge fan of haiku's. They normally make no sense. It’s like starting a sentence in the middle. However this particular book is different. Do you like Zombie's? This book has got you covered. This mash-up is something I didn't know I needed and am so happy I have found. I devoured it.
We start out like any typical zombie story. Person doesn't know anything about a zombie outbreak. Tries to go through their normal day ritual, work, etc. Out of no where a person that seems sick comes toward our protagonist. Unbeknownst, the person is not "sick", but the living and walking dead. Our main character gets bitten and through the eyes of zombie journals (it's day to day as it becomes and “lives” as a zombie, but in haiku form. I mean....what more do you want?
As I stated above haiku's generally don't give much away, but if you have 50 haiku's in a linear timeline leading toward an end, well then you have a story. It was so unique. This book is by far one of my favorites this year. Not because it comes with a ton of literary merit, but because it is hard, in this day and age, to come up with an idea that is unlike others. Everything has been told before. Zombies and their eating habits are nothing new. Put brain eating zombies in a poetic story in what essentially is a journal/scrap book of his life now as a zombie. *chef's kiss*
Please if you like the same types of books as I do. Give this one a try. I really can't find any fault in its pages. It is such a fun read. Definitely something you would leave in a spare bedroom for guests or a small bookshelf that people usually borrow from. Truly a fun read.
Do you like haiku's? The definition of a haiku is "a Japanese poem of seventeen syllables, in three lines of five, seven, and five, traditionally evoking images of the natural world." I am not a huge fan of haiku's. They normally make no sense. It’s like starting a sentence in the middle. However this particular book is different. Do you like Zombie's? This book has got you covered. This mash-up is something I didn't know I needed and am so happy I have found. I devoured it.
We start out like any typical zombie story. Person doesn't know anything about a zombie outbreak. Tries to go through their normal day ritual, work, etc. Out of no where a person that seems sick comes toward our protagonist. Unbeknownst, the person is not "sick", but the living and walking dead. Our main character gets bitten and through the eyes of zombie journals (it's day to day as it becomes and “lives” as a zombie, but in haiku form. I mean....what more do you want?
As I stated above haiku's generally don't give much away, but if you have 50 haiku's in a linear timeline leading toward an end, well then you have a story. It was so unique. This book is by far one of my favorites this year. Not because it comes with a ton of literary merit, but because it is hard, in this day and age, to come up with an idea that is unlike others. Everything has been told before. Zombies and their eating habits are nothing new. Put brain eating zombies in a poetic story in what essentially is a journal/scrap book of his life now as a zombie. *chef's kiss*
Please if you like the same types of books as I do. Give this one a try. I really can't find any fault in its pages. It is such a fun read. Definitely something you would leave in a spare bedroom for guests or a small bookshelf that people usually borrow from. Truly a fun read.
April 18, 2009
Outstanding little book. I received this from my daughter as a birthday gift. It's a journal written all in Haiku (17 syllables for each stanza, written in 5-7-5) by a person as he was turning after he was bitten. My favorite poem....as he comes to a nursing home full of the elderly:
Little old ladies
speed away in their wheelchairs
frightened meals on wheels.
and this one:
He tends not to flinch
though I am yelling in his ear
which is in my hand.
and this:
blood is really warm
it's like drinking hot chocolate
but with more screaming.
Outstanding!
Little old ladies
speed away in their wheelchairs
frightened meals on wheels.
and this one:
He tends not to flinch
though I am yelling in his ear
which is in my hand.
and this:
blood is really warm
it's like drinking hot chocolate
but with more screaming.
Outstanding!
October 13, 2008
This book wins at life
It was so funny I lol'd
brains brains brains brains brains
It was so funny I lol'd
brains brains brains brains brains
September 23, 2009
I reviewed this in full on my blog, but since it was a somewhat non-traditional review, I will include a snippet here. If you want the full thing, along with some bonus material, head over here...
The "story" unfolds via a man's poetry journal. Intending to document the glory of life, it ends up recording the downfall of civilization as he:
runs from zombies,
is bitten by zombies,
becomes a zombie,
bites and creates more zombies,
and embarks on the never-ending quest for fresh flesh and the all important zombie food source, brains.
Some of this anonymous man's poetry is only so-so (but what do you expect of a man who keeps a haiku poetry journal), and his pre-zombification haiku are as pretentious and pointless as you'd want them to be.
But when said poet gets bitten, things take a turn for the worse -- while his haiku takes a visceral turn for the better, in my opinion. Dripping blood and pus and various other fluids onto the pages of his precious journal, he goes in search of the first of a slew of meals - -I mean, victims. (I'm not going to tell you who the first victim is, but ugh).
I previewed a few of the disgustingickyawesome haiku on a previous teaser tuesday, but they were just the, *ahem* tip of the juicy cortex. Though there are throwaway bits, there are some moments of gross brilliance in here. Our mysterious zombie man retains his vocabulary pretty much intact (which somehow doesn't seem ridiculous), but everything becomes a little stilted and skewed, creating a nicely eerie, Other effect. And of course, some of his phrasing, reactions and desires are just hilarious.
The "story" unfolds via a man's poetry journal. Intending to document the glory of life, it ends up recording the downfall of civilization as he:
runs from zombies,
is bitten by zombies,
becomes a zombie,
bites and creates more zombies,
and embarks on the never-ending quest for fresh flesh and the all important zombie food source, brains.
Some of this anonymous man's poetry is only so-so (but what do you expect of a man who keeps a haiku poetry journal), and his pre-zombification haiku are as pretentious and pointless as you'd want them to be.
But when said poet gets bitten, things take a turn for the worse -- while his haiku takes a visceral turn for the better, in my opinion. Dripping blood and pus and various other fluids onto the pages of his precious journal, he goes in search of the first of a slew of meals - -I mean, victims. (I'm not going to tell you who the first victim is, but ugh).
I previewed a few of the disgustingickyawesome haiku on a previous teaser tuesday, but they were just the, *ahem* tip of the juicy cortex. Though there are throwaway bits, there are some moments of gross brilliance in here. Our mysterious zombie man retains his vocabulary pretty much intact (which somehow doesn't seem ridiculous), but everything becomes a little stilted and skewed, creating a nicely eerie, Other effect. And of course, some of his phrasing, reactions and desires are just hilarious.
February 3, 2019
This book was easy to follow along while reading. It was a quick read and an interesting book. This book is written by a guy during his life in the zombie plague. He finds this empty journal while on the run away from the zombies. He keeps this journal updated for as long as he can. If a zombie bites you-you would become a zombie also. I recommend this book to anyone that has to still read poetry or wants to read poetry. It's a great quick read for anyone especially if you like to read books with blood and guts.
August 15, 2013
Zombies do not write
That is just idiotic
But they think haikus.
Haikus of big brains
Of squishy, squidgy entrails
That little boys love.
My girls hide their eyes,
While I develop a taste
For yummy brain spag.
Zombie Haiku good.
Zombie Haiku amazing.
Zombie Haiku great.
That is just idiotic
But they think haikus.
Haikus of big brains
Of squishy, squidgy entrails
That little boys love.
My girls hide their eyes,
While I develop a taste
For yummy brain spag.
Zombie Haiku good.
Zombie Haiku amazing.
Zombie Haiku great.
August 28, 2016
Well this was different: a story told in the form of a journal written in haiku. A plague causes people to turn into zombies, who, when they bite others, turn them into zombies as well. Then all the zombies walk around in search of food...namely, people! Pretty simple story line, but cleverly done. It gets a bit tiresome halfway through, however, after reading about the same thing over and over. The repeated gruesome scenes become mind-numbing after a bit. Still, not bad. I wonder if this could also count as a graphic novel?
August 30, 2016
Nothing too deep here, but it's a fun book, especially if zombies are your thing (they're honestly not really my thing, except for the whole
Walking Dead
phenomenon) ;)
October 16, 2018
I loved this book! It was gruesome and disgusting which is my favorite kind of book. I finished it in an hour. Really quick read.
August 20, 2020
Well, since I love haiku I have to give it 2 stars, but reading about zombies eating different parts of live humans... It's yucky, to say the least! I'll have to admit that I'm a little impressed by the idea of writing Zombie Haiku - I would never have thought of such a thing myself!
May 20, 2010
Haiku is harder to write than one would think, but here's an entire book of them that tell the story of a man's death and reanimation into a zombie, and his neverending quest for braaaaaains. A lot of the haiku contained herein move the story along, but there are a number of gems, too:
Brains brains brains brains brains
Brains brains brains brains brains brains brains
Brains brains brains brains brains.
A man starts yelling
'When there's no more room in Hell...'
But then we eat him.
The crying baby
Reminds me of fast food meals
With a prize inside.
Blood is really warm.
It's like drinking hot chocolate
But with more screaming.
Zombie Poet's haiku journal is also peppered with bloodstains, stray hair, and Polaroid photos of his zombie friends. It's a fun, quick little nasty read.
Brains brains brains brains brains
Brains brains brains brains brains brains brains
Brains brains brains brains brains.
A man starts yelling
'When there's no more room in Hell...'
But then we eat him.
The crying baby
Reminds me of fast food meals
With a prize inside.
Blood is really warm.
It's like drinking hot chocolate
But with more screaming.
Zombie Poet's haiku journal is also peppered with bloodstains, stray hair, and Polaroid photos of his zombie friends. It's a fun, quick little nasty read.
September 29, 2009
"Blood is really warm.
It's like drinking hot chocolate
but with more screaming."
Coolest. Book. Ever. I mean, in the history of ever, with awesome little books, this is the King, even perhaps the god of all awesome little books... that is how completely made of squee this book is. Seriously.
This book is currently living in my purse and I take it everywhere I go, finding excuses to bring it out and show it to people and tell them how inexpressibly shiny it is, and recommending it as a gift for anyone who loves zombie humor.
I can't remember the last time, if ever, I've been so infatuated with a book.
Made of win, and braaaaains. :)
(For even more hilarity, try reading it while listening to Jonathan Coulton's "Re: Your Brains")
It's like drinking hot chocolate
but with more screaming."
Coolest. Book. Ever. I mean, in the history of ever, with awesome little books, this is the King, even perhaps the god of all awesome little books... that is how completely made of squee this book is. Seriously.
This book is currently living in my purse and I take it everywhere I go, finding excuses to bring it out and show it to people and tell them how inexpressibly shiny it is, and recommending it as a gift for anyone who loves zombie humor.
I can't remember the last time, if ever, I've been so infatuated with a book.
Made of win, and braaaaains. :)
(For even more hilarity, try reading it while listening to Jonathan Coulton's "Re: Your Brains")
November 5, 2013
The book is put together well. I don't mean the actual writing part. But the pages have blood droplets, dirty finger prints, cut outs tapped with electric tape and of course pictures of zombies.
The overall concept of the haiku thing kinda got tedious.
The overall concept of the haiku thing kinda got tedious.
March 28, 2009
I've read better.
July 25, 2012
This book made my commute to work this morning so much more entertaining!
This is a diary from the early days of the zombie plague. Not much is known about the author before his "infection" turns him into a zombie. All is written in haiku format which is highly entertaining, gross, and hilarious, all at the same time.
Some keepers from the book itself are:
Brains are less squishy
and a tad bit more squeaky
than someone might guess.
Little old ladies
speed away in their wheelchairs,
frightened meals on wheels.
I can't remember
how to open this window,
so I'll just stand here.
Thinking about Dad
makes me think of better times,
but then back to meat.
Reanimation
would be much more difficult
inside a coffin.
And so much more...so if you heart zombies, like I do, I suggest you get to reading this one.
This is a diary from the early days of the zombie plague. Not much is known about the author before his "infection" turns him into a zombie. All is written in haiku format which is highly entertaining, gross, and hilarious, all at the same time.
Some keepers from the book itself are:
Brains are less squishy
and a tad bit more squeaky
than someone might guess.
Little old ladies
speed away in their wheelchairs,
frightened meals on wheels.
I can't remember
how to open this window,
so I'll just stand here.
Thinking about Dad
makes me think of better times,
but then back to meat.
Reanimation
would be much more difficult
inside a coffin.
And so much more...so if you heart zombies, like I do, I suggest you get to reading this one.
July 15, 2008
Interesting concept....who knew that zombies had the motor skills and brain function to actually write haiku? They also have remarkably good penmanship for the living dead.
August 26, 2008
You are so lucky
that I cannot remember
how to use doorknobs.
that I cannot remember
how to use doorknobs.
This entire review has been hidden because of spoilers.
July 9, 2018
It was really different and interesting , i haven't read anything like this book before so i liked that someone thought of something new to write .
May 1, 2024
I decided to read this book reading because of finals, and it was easy. The book is not like other poetry books. This book takes the form of a haiku. This book also jokes around, it's what you could call a 'brain-rot read'. I saw that a lot of books are time killers but this one really is just a time killer. I give it a 4/5, I'm not going to dock it because it's not a 'deep meaning' book. If anything, I would rate it up just because it's a silly fun book. Because the book is in haiku form, it is really easy to read. I also liked that it came with pictures to look at while reading. I would recommend this book as an actual time waster if you have nothing---and I mean nothing---better to do. Lines like “Blood is really warm, it's like drinking hot chocolate but with more screaming” is just one of the many lines that are kind of funny. It was impressive that the author managed to write as much as he did in haiku form.
April 16, 2024
The book is entirely about the rampage of a zombie and the horrors that come to pass when you are dead with the only thought of eating to fill the insatiable pit that has become your stomach. Zombie Haiku by Ryan Mecum is honestly one of the weirdest books that I have ever read the book is very weird but it is one of the better poetry books that I have read. I would give this book a 2 out of 5 star rating. I recommend this book to any one who needs to read a poetry book for an assignment or class but not for fun. The book does have picture's that kind of go along with the text but they do not help the story line. The book might be a little bit graphic for younger people and or older people who do not like bloody stuff. The book is worded well with the poetry and is really short.
April 30, 2024
Zombie Haiku, by Ryan Mecum, is a collection of Haikus from the point of view of a zombie writing a poetry journal. In the beginning and end of the book, a man named Chris Lynch, who writes in blue ink, writes about how he found this diary as he hides from the zombie apocalypse. The zombie, who writes in black ink, writes about the thoughts and experiences of an average zombie in haiku form. This book is morbid, and would probably not be enjoyable to those averse to macabre content. However, the book does have it's funny moments. Through all of the gore, grim, and puckish humour that comes in a zombie book, there is an important theme of the constant hunger and destruction that each member of the undead must selfishly quench.
May 1, 2024
To start this review, I hate poetry. I only read this because many of my classmates had read this book and I had to read a novel in verse for an English assignment. The book's premise is very creative, which is why I rated it as high as I did, but the majority of the book's actual story isn't very entertaining. It mostly just consists of zombie gore that gets more and more vivid as the book goes on. For example, the book describes a zombie's stomach bursting, and then the contents that were spilled were then eaten again. Writing that many Haikus would have killed me, so I appreciate the dedication this man put into this work but then again, Poems aren't my thing.
October 17, 2019
It was an interesting read. Definitely graphic with words and pictures but I made it through just fine! Many years of watching Walking Dead has sort of desensitized me with zombies. I particularly enjoyed the introduction and the ending when he started changing. I'm just curious how the zombie kept writing even though he was a zombie... hmmm.... Good read for Halloween or any time of year.
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June 10, 2021My aunt gave this to me because she thought I would find it funny. It was funny. A good way to spend half an hour.
May 6, 2020
Graphic description, interesting story line
May 21, 2010
The story of an average guy and his zombie "life"--told in haiku. I'm using some examples to teach my students about haiku. Who says poetry has to be about rainbows and butterflies? A few of my favorites:
little old ladies
speed away in their wheelchairs,
frightened meals on wheels.
Biting into heads
is much harder than it looks.
His skull is feisty.
I lap around blocks.
The city, an empty plate,
has been licked clean.
Her tongue can't form words,
although it's still wiggling
when it's in my hand.
I need to slow down.
It's hard, when eating fingers,
to tell whose hand's whose.
Zombie fans will eat this one up.
little old ladies
speed away in their wheelchairs,
frightened meals on wheels.
Biting into heads
is much harder than it looks.
His skull is feisty.
I lap around blocks.
The city, an empty plate,
has been licked clean.
Her tongue can't form words,
although it's still wiggling
when it's in my hand.
I need to slow down.
It's hard, when eating fingers,
to tell whose hand's whose.
Zombie fans will eat this one up.
June 5, 2012
Although I like almost every zombie book this one in particular was handed to me by a friend who said that it would be a quick read that is ultimately worth the read. The book like stated in the title is about a man becoming a zombie and writing haiku poems while running around eating others. This book is rather interesting because you get to learn what the zombie thinks about when walking around looking for survivors. If you are ever in the mood for a good but short zombies story you should read this book.
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