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
Dreams dashed, Though not the 100-metres. How does one know where normal is, If they’ve never been? Caught in a web of research, References lead to and fro. No more goblins or gremlins, Or large sea creatures of any sort. Health card torn and mangled, Worn from repeated use. Sleeping like Fuller did, Dymaxion rhythm … Continue reading Doing Lines/It’s a Marathon Not a Sprint: Heather Carr
That look, That blank look, With face contorted, Mouth gaping,
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
I look ahead, My vision remains in the alley, A future lit by mercury street lamps. The light above me flickers and dies, I hover in the shadows, Left foot, Right. Left foot, Right. Keep walking. Must keep walking.
The city is alive, Some dopamine-drenched dream, Or serotonin-stupor, There must be some meaning, An answer, a reason, The lights are eerie, I feel real, but surroundings Are a nighttime dreamscape, Odd things hold importance, Election signs in the moonlight, Edith Laperle, Debout pour Outremont, How can I be sure if I am awake, Such … Continue reading Montreal at Night: Heather Carr