Blogetary (Weblog + Commentary = Blogetary)

I still need to figure things out on my blog so I’ve been avoiding it. Not responsible, I know, but there ya go. Also been doing some stuff – working on polishing up short stories, finishing others, and getting some paying jobs.

I feel like I’ve been in a holding pattern for the last few weeks. A client’s package I sent back to him got lost in the mail a week and a half ago and just showed up today. Copies of the September issue of Aoife’s Kiss took longer to show up than I thought they would and showed up today. I have been trying to get back on top of the cleaning and upkeep of my apartment, switching over to more natural and environmental and old-fashioned methods and today I saw a cockroach waving it’s antenna gaily at me in the kitchen as if he owned the place.

I am getting some paying work finally, and that’s good. I also need to send out the above Aoife’s Kiss to various peoples and write about my delightful trip to the Chocolate Salon in Pasadena a couple of weeks ago.

And in the midst of all that, Halloween is coming up. And I thought, in the middle of everything else, I would post this zombie poem I wrote back in April for poetry month. Just for fun.

The Problem with Zombies…

The problem with zombies is they’re already dead.
What’s a gal to do short of blow off their heads.
Hope they stumble around enough feeling for their skull
it’s a wonder as she runs off in her heels that she can
get away at all.

Vampires, werewolves, dragons, ghosts –
each have their flaw (of which they, typically, boast)
the point at which they are undone –
Existence unraveling with the rising of the sun.

But zombies are different, they can’t be beat.
The problem with zombies is they can take the heat.
The trouble with zombies is they don’t leave.

In the end, I suppose, the truth will out -

A gal could do worse in a world full of monsters,
then to end up dating a tall, unrotted corpster.