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THE MONDAY MORBS - A HORROR POETRY EXPERIENCE - VOLUME I - OF FEARFUL AND MONSTROUS THINGS
The Monday Morbs is a weekly horror poetry experience as written and read by the author. Volume I - Of Fearful and Monstrous Things is a collection of the first year of poetic works released as a video and audio series.
The collection includes selected poetry from the 2021 Lexington Poetry Month challenge as well as new works by the poet and author.
The project is ongoing under the same name as Season Two, releasing new horror poetry to fans of the macabre.
Cover Art: S.B. Pearce
Interior Art: S.B. Pearce
Plunged into a dark abyss of unconsciousness, Rick Edison awakens in the hospital to find himself immobilized by thick casts covering the majority of his body.
With his jaw wired shut and a tube in his neck, he is rendered mute and incapable of communicating. As he lies supine, he relives the painful moments that led him to Louisville and ultimately, his hospital room.
His one escape from his inner demons is Bethany, a seven-year old patient that befriends him shortly after he regains consciousness. Her frequent visits and sunny chatter help him through the interminable hours of being locked inside himself. She is soon followed by more visitors who speak of dark and ominous things that leave him reeling in fear and unsure of reality.
As he prepares to move to a rehabilitation facility, Rick is struck with an overwhelming sense of urgency to get away from the life he knew and the life he has now.
If he doesn't, it will be too late.
Jack Sloane is a nice guy who lives on a quiet street in one of Lexington, Kentucky's oldest neighborhoods. He has a beautiful wife, a solid career, a nice home and decent sense of humor. For all outward appearances, he was just that. A nice guy.
That is, until a gift from an eccentric elderly neighbor reveals that Jack isn't truly what others think him to be.
What was once the grumblings of a lovable curmudgeon is now a steady stream of vitriol. The harder he tries to control his innermost thoughts, the more violent and frequent they become.
The vicious musings he had easily dismissed for years are now the harbingers of destruction they always were.