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

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

Doing Lines/It’s a Marathon Not a Sprint: Spencer Elliot 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: Spencer Elliot Carr