Description

Expensive haiku journal,I believe I murdered some people.That was no dog bite.This journal offers the lyrical musings of the mailman who, after being injured by what he believes is just a dog, finds that he's really currently a werewolf. Causing havoc wherever he goes, he details his new changes and existence within the 5-7%5 syllable construction of haiku -- his poetry of choice.Follow along as our werewolf poet gradually turns from a mainly regular guy into the furry beast that he can't keep trapped inside. And look out for carnage when he changes and becomes starving. No nail, no entrail, no pigtail is likely to be left out.