Zombie Zak, a (mostly) humble creature of the night, the dead and things best left with the Bright. Though the godless hordes of the undead may be bustling and bursting about, he’ll be standing up tall, leading the shout.
Canadian born, in a town named Toronto; aged well, and now publishing pronto, his very first book, one hopes with enough hook. Poetic, chaotic, cast about in measure and rhyme; many parts of humor and emotion and time.
Zombie Zak, the Shambler of the Night, the engineer of the bubblicious blight. With a deadpan desire for total and complete global domination sincere, is attempting to compile something bouncy and maybe not all here. His legions cover the planet from pole to pole, nothing mediocre you see, nothing quite so droll.
Cookies and brains and bacon and zombies, oh my! Forsooth and gadzooks, you’re all going to buy. By word or rhythm or something unseen, I leave you with these words pretty, but unclean. Wrap up your bubbles, your unkempt asides; for tonight, we read, imagination we ride! Upon waves of rhythm and rhyme, the mood, the bright, the simple and sublime.
Step into my parlor, sayeth the spider to the fly …
PS: (’cause ZZ likes PS’s) He can be bribed with cookies; of this, there is no doubt.
PPS: You can find my book, “Chaptered and Versed, Poetic and Cursed” here on Amazon:
Feel free to buy often!