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