Sartre stood at Snowdon: Heather Carr

Pseudo-breeze swept up his strawberry sneer, High-tension line quivering in philharmonic glee, Mind soaking hypertonic sound, Shattering five-dollar shoes, Siphoning silent shoestring thoughts, 22-cents a pound. Long answer see-through sheets of milky fog, Sustained breath shining succulent and nitrogen bathed, Seething softly in somnolent flight, Osmotic diffusion, It slithers away. Susceptible, shaking and quarter-full, Awaiting … Continue reading Sartre stood at Snowdon: Heather Carr

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