Sylvie Hill

Rue In grand loves lost – or forgotten those of the past – or rotted I have come to understand that perverted “love” dominates and good love permeates. Like addictions to make-ups or expensive jeans a love for these things takes over senses – and your bank account. You look beautiful. But you are stupid. […]

Ms Shiva Shiva vs The Train Wreck Oh, I how I wanted to carry her case and get her water. Support Ms Shiva as she walked across with her camera on the dance floor. Filming the rockstars and documenting their looks and I love to do that in writing, PR, and hooks. (And for you […]

“You From Australia?” And by god, you wouldn’t shut up! You complained about the young workmen their entitled millennial attitude wound up, you weren’t wrong. And between my spilled drink and our meals and pints of Guinness you spoke frustrated about buying a house working too hard, then working late on fixing it. Balls deep, […]

Shotgun We come at the same time. These men speaking of simultaneous orgasms. But don’t you know great sex starts outside the bedroom. Foreplay started at coat check, he said. And mom said it was all about if he opened the car door. Can we get the boat out into the water properly with the […]

When You Crash The Company Truck If he could only see what I saw when he swung open the door Tall, proud, satchel bag from work, in command and clear-headed not stoned. You’ve so much potential! And you were so proud showing me around! But in the aftermath I saw it was not about me, […]

How Soon, Now? Oh, the honour we pay, the grave path we pave. Paved: with the regular walk of doubts of finding love again so – we stay. Sat on benches, staring at rocks, dead bodies beneath them “Come alive!” “Come alive!” We say. Go away, you say to them. For it they never met […]

Messenger (Happiness) My dear, you don’t understand “happiness!” You expect so damn much from it! You want it to stay on, to stay put to never leave your side like a satchel that keeps banging your thigh… Do you wear this purse to bed?! In the shower, or in the garden?! Why do you insist […]

And I Will Go With Flow It has been a very, very long while since I’ve felt anxiety. And in bed tonight upon retiring was its memory. I thought of your beautiful white face And thin body on Queen Mary Street And your apron when you cooked us dinner As I watched Three’s Company. 1982 […]

Starlight Holies All those boys of many nights – trophies But the few who got inside – my holies. Holy art thou who made their way in. Savoured by my flavour for these bearded men. All treated entry as sacred. Except the last one, which explains my fate therein. The only one with whom there […]

Ode To My Incense (…and when?) Tonight I burn a small stick of incense lavender, from the Montreal shop of herbs. It burns in a wooden casing bought from her in Wakefield as a gift for my birthday, many years. It reminds me she wanted her man so much so that she video-oh’d him daily […]