Edgar's Eerie Epistolary: 10/7/12

What does death mean
when a flesh eating corpse
slowly stumbles through the night
Do the undead live?

Inspiration

I received the Zombie magnetic poetry for a present last year. I have been a "fan" of monsters in general for many years, but as so many of them have been taken over by pop culture, it is fun to play with one of the last vestiges of my childhood that has not yet been totally corrupted. I am Eerie Edgar, named after a distant relative, Edgar Allen Poe. Now I do not claim to have nearly the skills with words as my namesake, but I look to him for inspiration. I chose to publish these poems on this site after requests had come to me to read some of the poems. To this, I had to seek the assistance of my young daughter who had been keeping them in her journal. I have been given more magnetic poetry kits since I began this journey and will continue to add to the mystery of the macabre (or whatever suits my fancy). These sets include the Basic set, Shakespeare, and Pirate poetry. I have even come across LOVE poetry (by Fridge Fun!, not Magnetic Poetry Kit who makes the rest). Will you be ready to survive the Zombie Apocalypse? Ready yourself with supplies at the bottom of the page.

Edgar's Eerie Epistolary

Sunday, October 7, 2012

Eerie Existentialism