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

One: April Beck

All life is one that is how it begun. Paradise is here but yet we can’t see the miraculous beauty and simplicity clouded and blinded with guilt shame and hate. Too much pride and ego gives us the delusion nothing is great. Take your time and look around. Even in silence there is still sound. … Continue reading One: April Beck