Must. Eat. Brains.

While going to buy a few more novels by Kathy Reichs, I came across a table of books about vampires, ghouls, and other sundry things. One caught my eye, Zombie Haiku, and I immediately bought it. It's supposed to be the writings, in perfect haiku form, of a poet named Chris Lynch, starting in the early days of the zombie plague. It also contains pictures of zombies on blood-spattered pages. Starting with his earliest efforts, such as:

Joy! Magic exists!
An old dream of mine came true
and I think it's love.

Then we get the first inklings of something wrong:

A guy almost dies
stumbling onto the road.
Too drunk to walk straight.

Then it gets downright scary:

Something is not right.
If my blood is in puddles
why do I feel strong?

And grossly hilarious:

Brains are less squishy
and a tad bit more squeeky
than someone might guess.

What a clever idea! I wish I had thought of it. Years ago, I wrote a series of erotic haiku, which got some interesting responses when they were published in an alternative journal. This might have been one of them:

fall leaves dancing by
eyes fixed in fervid caress
hand stroking hot flesh

If you want some twisted poetic fun, read Zombie Haiku by Ryan Mecum

Full Moon Over Hollywood Beach

lovers grope the waves
swimming naked with the moon
sharing salt kisses

We Are the One

The next 5,000 days of the web. Another fascinating talk from TED. Kevin Kelly talks about the next step in the development of the Web into a global network of which we are all part. In one sense, he is talking about the merging of Google with Gaia.