Sylvie Hill

BARRANCO So, my eyes were foggy pulled slightly with a vertiginous movement of a nystagmus with the right-wrong shift of the head, inside, but had sight. But was mellowed out by a massage and a lovely mellow cloudy day out with a friend and an éclair coma and the fresh air of the walk. Saw […]

I blocked up some holes in my tambo in the jungle in August. I always felt sad seeing the scratch marks indented on the toilet paper roll I stuffed high, high up into a corner hole to prevent creatures from coming in. It was clear, one needed that pathway to get out — and now, […]

STUCK (the email to Joe about the masking tape) Please believe, I’m on your side lock the door – that’s no place to hide From yourself, you know you can’t hide” – Constant Smiles, “I’m On Your Side” I left them a message that I’m sure they laughed about. Thinking I was nuts. I don’t […]

“Sylvie Hill, écrivaine, poète et blogueuse pour l’organisme Migraine Québec, a un souvenir traumatisant de sa première aura. « J’avais 12 ans, c’était le matin et j’ai été aveuglée, comme éblouie par de la lumière. Je ne trouvais plus mes mots, j’avais une sensation d’engourdissement. C’était effrayant », dit cette quarantenaire qui souffre de migraines […]

My Underwear Is In My Room By Goddess am I lost in this getting found. Immigrants come to Montreal and find their others in groups and dinners and ethnic food grocers. But there’s no store for Ottawans! Or shops for displaced Albertans. From my balcony I do see the mountains! Rockies memories or skiing Camp […]

Edna O’Brien James & Nora: A Portrait of a Marriage. United Kingdom: Weidenfeld & Nicolson, 2020. £6.99 Reviewed by Sylvie Hill Perhaps a pandemic project, or a favor traded in by the publisher, Edna O’Brien’s book, James & Nora: A Portrait of a Marriage, is a cute, short collection of important facts that does not […]

HAKA | MANA | STAUNCH MAN, YEAH? Do things exist if we cannot name them? If named, are they into being now and forever furthered into their sense? I think so. I remember meeting someone in my life for whom there was no words to describe them but I knew there was a word. (I […]

Grandma In The Closet Waiting For Fishsticks When I went to knock they said, “she won’t hear you, I’ll let you in.” And, so, I knocked, she didn’t hear me, and they let me in. I called for her, and no sound. In front of me, the living room quiet with the little kitchenette and […]

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 […]

JEEP. Whether whatfore he said then and none other He could picture me with a crew as a Mother Of three, packing them into the back of a Jeep Taking them to soccer, in control, routine. Wencewhy, though, had he thought me militant? I was only 20, disciplined, and innocent. But stupid when drunk, and […]