Sylvie Hill

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 […]

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

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 […]

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 […]

POEM: “Blaze ‘er, Lady” — And a fake Self wrapped in a rocker jean jacket and chain wallet?

Blaze ‘er, Lady. By comparison, Now that I’m living it I can say clearly And without hesitation: I preferred the cinq à sept To the five o’clock to two a.m. Piss ups, anglo-style On Elgin. I used to close the pub with her Our last-call pint chased down with liquor I’d stand there off patio […]

POEM: “I Am Ready! (Not-Rot)” — I am ready to live it on the cusp of a new time! / For realizing I’ve chosen another city in which to FEEL ALIVE!

I Am Ready! (Not-Rot) I am ready for adventure on the cusp of a new year! For double-yoga duties on the first day! — setting the standard for the remaining. And I am ready for adventure on the cusp of a new world. Thriving in Montreal: shopping bliss at Jean-Talon Market for fresh salmon from […]

POEM: “A Simple Win” — How can they trust – / that they won’t bleed their brains and hearts out / while I fuck reality, leaving them in the dust.

A Simple Win Don’t think I don’t know. I’ve got two letters in my mind and I’ve just re-read them. Just now. Both were positive From intelligent men Trying positively to challenge The way I am. They were not wrong. They were not wrong. With attention, and caution, they chose words carefully. They expressed gratitude […]

Deep connections to pursue passions together but separately: why I loved the film, “Submergence”

This is what it looks like when two people, passionate about their individual missions, are about to part to go fulfill their purpose, which is dangerous and deadly …. but all about life-saving, and LIFE itself. It’s a scene from a movie called “Submergence” on Netflix. Check it out. It’s glorious. I’m a sucker for […]

POEM: “This Hardened” — Do not give me shit / suitable for on-looking kids / or for hanging in a suburban home, / beige walls, like.

Disheartened When you gifted me this: The split chest The burning and the darkness Well, dear, I knew you were my kind. When he gave me pearls… Some book by some author… And a re-cast dinner plan with flowers? Well, dear, I knew he was not of my time. When he gave me plastic lobsters, […]

POEM: “Mistakes” — I get sad about pushing it all away / Or wanting more than enough. / I get sad about not seeing his proposal… / Or ignoring it as him just being drunk.

Mistakes I don’t get sad about not having had love. I had it in abundance! The flowers and love letters! Words poured out tender! Vows promised, made! Rings exchanged! So many pictures, great sex and conversations, and those trips. I don’t get sad about not having had love. I had so much of it! By […]

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Sylvie Hill: SPOKEN-WORD POET

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

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

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

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

POEM: “Blaze ‘er, Lady” — And a fake Self wrapped in a rocker jean jacket and chain wallet?

POEM: “I Am Ready! (Not-Rot)” — I am ready to live it on the cusp of a new time! / For realizing I’ve chosen another city in which to FEEL ALIVE!

POEM: “A Simple Win” — How can they trust – / that they won’t bleed their brains and hearts out / while I fuck reality, leaving them in the dust.

Deep connections to pursue passions together but separately: why I loved the film, “Submergence”

POEM: “This Hardened” — Do not give me shit / suitable for on-looking kids / or for hanging in a suburban home, / beige walls, like.

POEM: “Mistakes” — I get sad about pushing it all away / Or wanting more than enough. / I get sad about not seeing his proposal… / Or ignoring it as him just being drunk.