Houses, it turns out, know everything.
They see with their windows, hear with their roofs, and know their new owners before they come up the walk.
They recognize the others, not in bodies anymore, who travel through their walls, hover near the living.
Actually, houses can talk.
Sometimes they whisper.
In I Am House , the house itself opens each chapter with a poem, taking us into a realm we have not known, piercing the veil of normal perceptions.
I am House is the beyond-all-odds.
Valleyheart Press I am house: these walls can talk, paperback/madonna r. fowler
