←Recommendations of Dead Mother

A chilling and atmospheric monologue, Dead Mother delves into guilt, memory, and psychological unraveling with haunting intensity. Ken Love crafts a gripping, unreliable narrator whose fractured recollections blur the line between reality and delusion. The play’s gothic tone and mounting dread culminate in a disturbing and ambiguous conclusion that lingers long after the final blackout.

A powerful, eerie, painful, poignant monologue about a son and the death of his mother. Ken Love has written a beautiful piece that will carry you to dark and tragic places. Every moment is mesmerising. What a journey!

01.05.25 - Oh THAT was creepy as hell. The circumstances behind the Son's situation are unsettling enough (caretaker of a sickly mother for years, then being conscripted into it again after her passing), but then the REAL torment comes. I defy any audience member watching this not to get a little raised gooseflesh when her accusations begin. And the ambiguity of it all is what's really frightening.

Stress, grief, torment, regret, guilt. All of these seem to be haunting the narrator in this gripping monologue of a son trying to explain the death of his mother. But there’s a manic quality to his story that makes us question its veracity. Hold on tight or you might fall off the edge of your seat!

A harrowing portrait of a man unmoored by the death of his mother. As his narrative darkens, we are left to wonder whether he is being tormented by grief or guilt. In either case, the dead mother remains a horrific and chilling presence and the narrator seems condemned to descend into madness.

DAMN! This intimately horrific monologue about the hold mothers have over their sons, starts with turbulent unease and immerses us and the protagonist in paralytic terror. The Son lives in fear that he has ultimately and irrevocably disappointed his recently deceased mother in ways that will stay with both of them, dead or alive, forever. As he takes us through his crisis step-by-step, each recollection is filled with explosive urgency. A nail-biter!

Ken Love is a master of carefully taking his characters all the way to the edge - and then pushing them right off. In this psychologically harrowing short monologue, an agonized man must come to terms with the passing of mother and the pain that she herself has come back from the edge to inflict upon him. This one cuts on a whole different level and will surely impact anyone that has had a front row seat for the death of an aging parent.

What a frightfully inspired nod to Poe's Telltale Heart! A narrator whose sanity is hanging by a thread is maliciously haunted by either the ghost of his deceased mother or perhaps his own guilty conscience. Ken Love skillfully keeps you guessing as to what is truly transpiring outside of his character's fractured mind. I'd love to see a skilled actor take a crack at bringing this one to life onstage.

Ken Love pens this atmospheric psychological drama in which the imaginary blends with reality. Death, guilt, dread, and family trauma are exposed behind the "giant watchful eyes". I loved the poetic images for their emotional depth.

A character is on razor-sharp edge is close to losing it in this chilling monologue. Skillful with exposition, playwright Love will keep his audience on edge just like the character.