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Horrors to Scorch Earth: A Poetry Collection
| AUTHOR | LeBlanc, Jeffrey |
| PUBLISHER | Independently Published (11/29/2021) |
| PRODUCT TYPE | Paperback (Paperback) |
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Children of Horror,
We've just finished out a Hell of a year! I was in the middle of writing this when Hurricane Ida hit the gulf coast. We spent more time than we expected treating patients and chain sawing hurricane crushed trees. Or...was that the other way around? At any rate, we have decided to move far, far away from lovely Louisiana after this one.
As in thousands of miles away. Let's talk about horror. Let's discuss fear. As I sit in the cold shadow of a mountain with the distant howl of something-wolf, coyote...werewolf, I must say I get a nostalgic, icy chill up my spine. I peer out from that frosted window into the expanse of darkness. I look with a sense of awe and wonder, as a child left alone in their large room, hoping nothing is under the bed. Alas, one can always hope...there is a 'Dweller of the Dark' waiting. Could unknown scurrying, or movement on my hand or the back of my neck bring such unease? That same unnerving feeling I get when something oozes, creeps or crawls across my hand or neck. Not quite the same as peering into blackest night, but just as terrifying. Especially since I'm not the greatest fan of spiders...or snails. Our collection of horror poems tapped into what terrifies me. Yes, poetry in the right, powerful hands is terrifying! It's our sincerest hope that this collection will keep you awake at night, looking under the bed...or over your shoulder in a moonlit forest or sea. I didn't plan on jump scares or worn-out horror clich. We wanted something that scares or unnerves...and different. Maybe we got it right this time. Or maybe it leaves a little something to grow on your mind down the road. As a werewolf bite, a nest of hungry spiders...or slugs, in your brain. We wish you many sleepless nights.-JL November 29,2021
We've just finished out a Hell of a year! I was in the middle of writing this when Hurricane Ida hit the gulf coast. We spent more time than we expected treating patients and chain sawing hurricane crushed trees. Or...was that the other way around? At any rate, we have decided to move far, far away from lovely Louisiana after this one.
As in thousands of miles away. Let's talk about horror. Let's discuss fear. As I sit in the cold shadow of a mountain with the distant howl of something-wolf, coyote...werewolf, I must say I get a nostalgic, icy chill up my spine. I peer out from that frosted window into the expanse of darkness. I look with a sense of awe and wonder, as a child left alone in their large room, hoping nothing is under the bed. Alas, one can always hope...there is a 'Dweller of the Dark' waiting. Could unknown scurrying, or movement on my hand or the back of my neck bring such unease? That same unnerving feeling I get when something oozes, creeps or crawls across my hand or neck. Not quite the same as peering into blackest night, but just as terrifying. Especially since I'm not the greatest fan of spiders...or snails. Our collection of horror poems tapped into what terrifies me. Yes, poetry in the right, powerful hands is terrifying! It's our sincerest hope that this collection will keep you awake at night, looking under the bed...or over your shoulder in a moonlit forest or sea. I didn't plan on jump scares or worn-out horror clich. We wanted something that scares or unnerves...and different. Maybe we got it right this time. Or maybe it leaves a little something to grow on your mind down the road. As a werewolf bite, a nest of hungry spiders...or slugs, in your brain. We wish you many sleepless nights.-JL November 29,2021
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ISBN-13:
9798776282256
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Paperback or Softback (Trade Paperback (Us))
Content Language:
English
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Page Count:
40
Carton Quantity:
108
Product Dimensions:
6.69 x 0.08 x 9.61 inches
Weight:
0.18 pound(s)
Country of Origin:
US
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Fiction | Horror - General
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Children of Horror,
We've just finished out a Hell of a year! I was in the middle of writing this when Hurricane Ida hit the gulf coast. We spent more time than we expected treating patients and chain sawing hurricane crushed trees. Or...was that the other way around? At any rate, we have decided to move far, far away from lovely Louisiana after this one.
As in thousands of miles away. Let's talk about horror. Let's discuss fear. As I sit in the cold shadow of a mountain with the distant howl of something-wolf, coyote...werewolf, I must say I get a nostalgic, icy chill up my spine. I peer out from that frosted window into the expanse of darkness. I look with a sense of awe and wonder, as a child left alone in their large room, hoping nothing is under the bed. Alas, one can always hope...there is a 'Dweller of the Dark' waiting. Could unknown scurrying, or movement on my hand or the back of my neck bring such unease? That same unnerving feeling I get when something oozes, creeps or crawls across my hand or neck. Not quite the same as peering into blackest night, but just as terrifying. Especially since I'm not the greatest fan of spiders...or snails. Our collection of horror poems tapped into what terrifies me. Yes, poetry in the right, powerful hands is terrifying! It's our sincerest hope that this collection will keep you awake at night, looking under the bed...or over your shoulder in a moonlit forest or sea. I didn't plan on jump scares or worn-out horror clich. We wanted something that scares or unnerves...and different. Maybe we got it right this time. Or maybe it leaves a little something to grow on your mind down the road. As a werewolf bite, a nest of hungry spiders...or slugs, in your brain. We wish you many sleepless nights.-JL November 29,2021
We've just finished out a Hell of a year! I was in the middle of writing this when Hurricane Ida hit the gulf coast. We spent more time than we expected treating patients and chain sawing hurricane crushed trees. Or...was that the other way around? At any rate, we have decided to move far, far away from lovely Louisiana after this one.
As in thousands of miles away. Let's talk about horror. Let's discuss fear. As I sit in the cold shadow of a mountain with the distant howl of something-wolf, coyote...werewolf, I must say I get a nostalgic, icy chill up my spine. I peer out from that frosted window into the expanse of darkness. I look with a sense of awe and wonder, as a child left alone in their large room, hoping nothing is under the bed. Alas, one can always hope...there is a 'Dweller of the Dark' waiting. Could unknown scurrying, or movement on my hand or the back of my neck bring such unease? That same unnerving feeling I get when something oozes, creeps or crawls across my hand or neck. Not quite the same as peering into blackest night, but just as terrifying. Especially since I'm not the greatest fan of spiders...or snails. Our collection of horror poems tapped into what terrifies me. Yes, poetry in the right, powerful hands is terrifying! It's our sincerest hope that this collection will keep you awake at night, looking under the bed...or over your shoulder in a moonlit forest or sea. I didn't plan on jump scares or worn-out horror clich. We wanted something that scares or unnerves...and different. Maybe we got it right this time. Or maybe it leaves a little something to grow on your mind down the road. As a werewolf bite, a nest of hungry spiders...or slugs, in your brain. We wish you many sleepless nights.-JL November 29,2021
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