Stellar Cortex: Heather Carr

My mind skips a beat Heart racing To catch up As many synapses in the brain As stars in the sky Poetic But damn difficult to Figure anything out Synaptosome Like constellations Schizophrenia The Milky Way Neurology a cosmos

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