Voices on the Wind Voices from Home
After Eye Dilation by David Chorlton Everything is brighter today: the pavement glares, grass is blades of light and the sky vibrates. The white car across the street is parked twelve inches off the ground. I crave the dark rooms in the house but the windows attack as I pass them. In the street, everyone is a Kirlian photograph of themselves. I received a free pass for the spirit world, to see with a shaman’s eyes passengers get on and off the train that stops for everyone and turns them back to earthly form when the doors slide shut.