Like all truly great horror literature, the creepy and disturbing poems of Matthew Lee Bain offer us a rare and not-always-pleasant glimpse into madness. Whether he's narrating the motives of a flesh-slicing lunatic or a flesh-eating zombie, Matthew Lee Bain lets us know, with vivid imagery and utter enthusiasm, about the evils that stalk our world. What's more, he makes them sound positively normal. He has no e-mail address, but you can reach him through Unlikely Stories.
Matthew's works here at Unlikely Stories are:
All My So-Sharp and Pointy Things
When I'm Moribund