Sylvie Hill

These are not things that interest you (Once, but not soon) These are not things that interest you That my eyebrows are fading That my hips are aching That my mother dislocates her dentures when eating cucumber sandwiches at the cottage like at that time that you cared and wrote “What happened?!” twice when she […]

Hope’s Season Sufferance and Fulfillment My, how winter deathened us! Deadened in darkness: expected us to live on despite animals in hibernation and lack of light on sleeping souls, and fattening bodies that needed rest and reflection! My, today’s sunshine awakened us! Lifted us in warmth and: filled us with remembrance of longer days of […]

WE REACHED OUT TO OTTAWA AND GLOBALLY, and were rewarded with generous arts patrons who supported our Kickstarter crowd-funding contributions, and exceeded our ambitious $5,500 goal for POETRY and ART! We raised $6,233 to pay for the offset printing of my second book of poetry, but this time paired with Juan Carlos Noria (aka dixon) […]

“The Aztecs had a saying: ‘The earth is slippery, slick,’ which was as common to them as a contemporary aphorism such as ‘Don’t put all your eggs in one basket’ is to us. What they meant is that the Earth is a place where humans are prone to error, where our plans are likely to […]

Despite the Last Nights The wet hairy man smell Especially if you didn’t wash your hair But wet, thick Egyptian curls like Maori dreads Lengthened down your neck And by god we’d be brain dead After we’d have quick sex! Slipping in an orgasm Before Sunday dinner with your relatives! Your Dad would greet us […]

Exacting, Exactly. There’s a man who’s got busy on your island. And, you met him and he said you said of me “I knew a girl from Canada once, she was crazy!” But he took a sip of his drink, knew you’d say this of all women who expose you, you’re atrocious. And you know […]

Happy New Year, thoroughly unMused. Well, it is the first day of the first month Of the year two thousand seventeen. And what became of us in years We are forgetting with age, so easily. But we feel our skin wilt, wrinkles wiggle And the skin sags and jiggles. And I smile that my form […]

MIND YOUR MIND: WE KNOW NOTHING BUT EVERYTHING? So, the really seemingly-bossy mother who’s juggling a couple of kids and one with a disability, we distance ourself from her in fear that her bitchiness will sting us. We cringe at her relentless commandeering, thinking of her husband saying, “good god, I wouldn’t want to be […]

I DO NOT WANT TO GO TO A WOMAN’S RETREAT I get it. I truly now get it. With my very own fibroid, maybe likely due to the fact that I haven’t had children and my body produces too much estrogen that leads to menstrual migraines – what fun – and the perimenopausal roller-coaster bullshit […]

THIS PICTURE SCARES ME I will ask you why this picture is so scary. And only few if any will say what I’m thinking. Some may say, “she may fall and hurt herself!” Others, darker, “do you think she’ll get raped??” Oh, our adult brains and scenarios we make. This picture scares me! Because she […]