The house up the road

lindsay zier-vogel, saskatchewan, homebody, melville

The ceiling dissolves into sky,
sun reflected in the frozen basement.

An unboiled kettle,
a bird’s nest,
a door handle,
a closet full of shirts.

The tree presses itself close enough to the window
for the branches to pass through the glass.

(From a writing/dance/film project I’m working on in Saskatchewan

And more on this haunting house published in the newest edition of The Lampeter Review.)

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