Fine Circle (or the poem I unfortunately cannot share with anyone): Heather Carr

It’s called ‘ideation’, that feeling you get in oncoming traffic, a casual swerve into the median, stepping off the innocent curb, as if it were the edge of a subway platform, walking down the sidewalk, as if each footfall will carry you off the brink, taking pictures from a balcony, and wondering what would happen … Continue reading Fine Circle (or the poem I unfortunately cannot share with anyone): Heather Carr

He replied “That’s my style man”: Heather Carr

I used to be like Alice in Wonderland, Blazing knee-high neon-striped socks, Collection of striking skirts and scarves, Roaming streets and campus of Ottawa, Heeding the call of ‘Who are you?’, Migraines much like Carroll had, Waking up October to a foreign world, Wondering if I too was down the rabbit hole, Carrying a pink-paged … Continue reading He replied “That’s my style man”: Heather Carr

Untitled: Heather Carr

Long answer see-through sheets of milky fog Sustained breath shining succulent and nitrogen bathed Something softly in somnolent flight Osmotic diffusion. It slithers away. Susceptible, shaking and quarter-full, Awaiting fate in footstep form, Scarlet emblazoned temporary soul, Non-recyclable pessimist in half-empty world Filled to the brim then sucked away. Make believe angel Crystal powder cryogenic, … Continue reading Untitled: Heather Carr