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POEM: “French Novel” by Richie Hofmann — we’d have other lovers. Snow fell in our hair.

French Novel By Richie Hofmann You were my second lover. You had dark eyes and hair, like a painting of a man. We lay on our stomachs reading books in your bed. I e-mailed my professor. I will be absent from French Novel due to sickness. You put on some piano music. Even though it […]

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POEM: “Set It Off” — To set it off without exploding it.

Set It Off I want to race for the splash of scotch on the rocks and my chocolates! I want to tell you about it. Discuss cheesy songs. Hear about the dresses And the sushi boxes And the jogs, the camel toes And anything elses. I want to just walk in the mall, looking. Consider […]

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POEM: “These Regal Men” — And I took a train home feeling boyish / and hair wild without my leather purse.

These Regal Men These regal men dressed in suit pants Like my Dad. And sharp shoes. The Italian I dated like Vincent Cassel. This one’s umbrella – like London. And you in your grey suit. “Every man needs a good suit.” These regal men dressed in black coats Like my Dad. And the umbrella. And […]

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POEM: “The Resonance” — He could explain the same moons

The Resonance “I’ve gotta dead guy’s knee in me” he said about his fixed injury. Why did they tear down the mansions? I asked him on Sherbrooke Street. “To make room this this” as he pointed to the tall building. “Isn’t it interesting that law and right are pretty much the same word in French. […]

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POEM: “Eat, Kill, Fuck” — Have fun undoing 10,000 years of evolution.

Eat, Kill, Fuck “Men and women can’t be friends” he said, as I rejected the very notion. They can! They can, I expressed “Have fun undoing 10,000 years of evolution.” “It’s true, they can’t,” he said tonight If given the chance, men will tap it. Not unlike what he said to me in London, and […]

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POEM: “Supernaturals” — Like docking a starship, he said

Supernaturals We were laughing about translations. I meant bring it on! I said. “If you want to use Bring it in on a guy, that quote would be acceptable to me. Like docking a starship,” he said. And I laughed at the random Humour not unlike it was in London Supernatural resonance A candid candor, […]

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POEM: “Ripe” — Literally men have died to touch it.

Ripe “Fuck your morals I was devastated.” Rejected was his word as I tried to explain it. It was that, and circumstance. My fear. & You had a girlfriend. Best sex he ever had. “But we didn’t even fuck!” Ever try it on in mind Better than talking or touch. At 17, maybe less or […]

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POEM: “Heartrush” — my social filter is set low

Heartrush “I have no idea what you are talking about and my social filter is set low.” I laughed out loud, took a deep breath, Smiled miles wide, and got up slow. Sylvie Hill, Montreal, April 2019 Photo: David Fernandez Saez

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POEM: “The Arbitrary Intentional Summation” — Devilish, derelict, disciplined, and mad. / You were the best night I ever had.

The Arbitrary Intentional Summation And if it makes you vile Then it makes me a witch That I didn’t give a toss who you were with! And you didn’t care much that night in London And we both didn’t give a shit. And if it makes you impulsive Then it makes me spontaneous That I […]

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POEM: “What You Prefer” — He’s attentive, and caring, but asks no questions / And everything he knows about you—from the Internet.

What You Prefer BAD FEMINIST, they’d shout at me, they’d say if I told them I can justify my abuser this way: You muse a person, and you use their image And you make these self-centred projections You write their story one-way in fictions And you wonder how you fed their hatred?! Everything they say […]

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