Friendly Neighbourhood Psychosis: Heather Carr

Isn’t it a pleasantand comforting feelingwhen you realizethat what youare currently experiencingis not novel and newnor another vestibular episodecreeping up on youbut only the familiargarden-variety psychosisyou always experiencecoming home to roostyou can quit hyperventilatingand just coast throughas your senses go ona journey of sightthat is just anotherday at the officeas you wonder how muchyou can … Continue reading Friendly Neighbourhood Psychosis: Heather Carr

Gambling on L-Dopa: Heather Carr

Light as a featherStiff as a boardLight as a featherStiff as a board Swallowing thehalf yellow pilla shot ofdopamine straight tothe brainthe opposite ofwhat I should needeach breakfast aLast Supperlucky lottery ofpotential psychosison the linebut for 3 blissfulhourssteadinesspain in myjoints subsidesthe tremoloends andI am stilland thenthe glass slippercomes offclock strikesmidnight andI wait forthe next dose

Outracing Destiny: Heather Carr

No matter how we livewe may never outliveour stereotype she told mecutting boneshatteringleaving me fallenbut not one of the fallenI did not know them wellthough well enough to knowthey were goneone of my kindnot statistic or numberso I attempt to outrun fateuntangle a prophecyoutlive my stereotypebut will I only be another society’s child?

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