Every poet has had this dream of a brown coffin in the kitchen. The dead man's shroud is ghastly worn, but the tattered cloth fits him well. He appears to be warm and comfortable, except for his hat, which seems to be strangely askew.Josephine the cook walks over to adjust the cap. That's when he begins to talk. She places both of her hands on the casket and leans in.That's when the wood begins to crumble. Grossed out, she lets the crumbling pieces fall. Now she no longer wants to help. She returns to cooking and waits for dishes to pile up. A passion for good writing. I love it. Charming Guile Poetry magazine. Scott Fraser publisher A must read. Dark flower garden. Poetry magazine. Ms. Camille Jones, editor I was hooked. A good story line Stolen images in the mirror magazine, Michael Drummond, editor Wow! Words that breathe on the dark side. Move over. Move over Stephen King Am I write. Poetry magazine. SENSATIONAL!!!!!! James Earnshaw