excerpt from the Foreword
" This work is a collection of writings and drawings made by
my grandmother, Ann Starling . . . . she had a unique ability to receive
messages from others who had gone before her; that what seemed to
be rambling monologues were actually one side of a dialogue between
Ann and the Spirit World."
Dead Poems - the book
Deep within the dark bowels of a mental institution, abused and despairing
of ever being free again, a young woman began to write a book of poetry.
The young woman, who had been diagnosed as unresponsive and hopelessly
insane, had not spoken or written a word since coming to the mental
institute. She both amazed and perplexed her doctors and care givers
by producing poem after poem, each one seemingly written in a different
handwriting and style. As the days wore on and she began to communicate
with her doctors, she would repeat one phrase time and again when
they questioned her on what was compelling her to write the unusual
and erratic poetry:
"The dead speak to me at night."
I bless the hands that tear away
Dark weeds upon my grave
Unfurling time's mossy grasp
Faith's witness story saves