Poems of the Zombie Apocalypse
Watch the end of the world unfold in these twenty zombie-tastic poems by Rhonda Parrish. Experience the grime and the gore of the shambling, undead menace right alongside moments of hope and love.
Praise for White Noise
“A collection of vivid scenes laid out in sharp and articulate verse, that when assembled, construct a grim narrative filled with tension, stark imagery, and unusual beauty. WHITE NOISE reaches in and evokes a visceral response— not always the one you’d expect.”
—Tim Deal, Shroud Quarterly
“In this collection of poems, Rhonda Parrish manages to capture all the emotions of life during an apocalypse: From fear and desperation to pain and sorrow. She even shows us love and hope. Some serious but most tinged with humor. This is a great collection of poems about the zombie apocalypse.”
—Carol Hightshoe – author of the Chaos Reigns Saga and Editor of Zombiefied I, II and III
“As soon as I read the first poem I was hooked! It was macabre but it wasn’t too far. Poetry puts our insides on our outsides and when it comes to zombies, well, that could get pretty gross in a hurry.
These poems were really good! They were passionate and made me think about zombies from new angles than I had thought about them in the past. There was a dash of the metaphysical put in and a lot of real living, non-zombie feelings as well. I’m going to go back for a second read, because they deserve it.”
—Virginia Carraway Stark, Starklight Press
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Excerpts:
White Noise
Every station
ran the same thing
over and over
“This is not a test!”
All but one.
A Christian station
Sermons interspersed with donation calls
twenty four hours a day.
An atheist, she still listened
if only to hear a human voice
express an emotion
other than fear.
Still, looking out at the
shambling masses that filled the street
she had to chuckle when the preacher
offered up eternal life
as some sort of reward.
Obscured
Ghosts of the city
peer out of the gloom
around him
As a child he’d loved it
when the ‘clouds fell down’
and cloaked his world
in mysteries
Now, though,
it was just one more thing
to hide the shamblers.
One more obstacle to
his survival.
One more enemy.
