Sylvie Hill

THE DEVIL IS IN THE DETAILS. Something got me thinking. The one time I’ve been burned by a guy who left me to deal with the trauma, was a situation where the chap self-identified as being a bit of a dick even while he was simultaneously totally helpful and pivotal in my life. “I’m a […]

Verge Vanguard! Wow, I had hardly got to King’s Cross, brought my suitcases and stuff back to the Jesmond Laid down on the skinny bed, rested Before heading down to Brick Lane to meet someone. But it wasn’t my fault she was hung He was prepping for a show and the other couldn’t go. You […]

Thank You, I’m Free Now. They say that there are some things For which we’ll never know the answer. To give up on the search for the meaning And to accept the situation as absurd. I am no longer the London fish tank. And no longer a dead fish going with the flow. Out of […]

Male Muses Oh, how we revere the Male Writer with his Female Muse!! But she is being used for his purposes noble or not and we romanticize it all do we not? I am not angry! (It is funny). But do they not see? Female Muses to men are active in their passivity. By contrast, […]

The first time I learned of Cohen Was as a Canadian in the back garden Of a Kentish Town bedsit One tube stop down from Camden. In garden, smoking my cigarette I heard some music from the window ledge Convinced could be a famous British talent It was indeed a musician. With long flowing black […]

Today I had a health issue Like last week was another one And I kept thinking “If I live through this” I best soon move to Montreal. Or at least visit To soak it in The soul and the life of Leonard Cohen’s And tonight I watch a flick Of a dying chick And thought […]

I Am Measured Oh, he did say that, too: That he measured his life out in coffee spoons. And whether it meant he enjoyed a lot of espressos or the characters who loomed or that he was poor and couldn’t afford anything but a cuppa before Noon? Who knows, but he was writing to find […]

My, How The Heartbroken Love Their Seasons And I know why they love the Summer with the early-rise sun BRILLIANT: Blue Skies moody thunder. And Fall’s dark warmth and Fall foliage and desolate November. Makes us love December. Snowfall cover. And, the outdoors. I know why they love the Spring that thaws and rebirths and […]

On The Verge of Death, A Blossoming What wondrous world it would be To not live by the years To not abide by seasons And the metrics, measures they breed. That I am going into autumn; deceasing trees, windswept shrubs and unpleasing darkness of short days, sharp breeze: simply – a deadening, Fall is, a […]