Sylvie Hill

From When I Grooved Lately as I thought: Can’t imagine another love and that all who came from the first to the last shared something in common. First and last – bald. Two carpenters in the middle. Beards or British. Foreigners, spoke French. Chin hair beneath the lip. Does one just build upon? Lately I […]

The Nigger in the Alley (made me think of Street Coffee) “Give us your car keys, nigger!” 3 Jamaicans loudly at whitey in our alley. Armed robbery took his wallet. But thankfully, he’s home now safely. It made me think of you at Street Coffee. Back from Paris hung my bag off my seat And […]

Who Do You Love On Duluth? I am in love with the city Not the man even though I’d fetch him With a fractured rib after a bicycle accident from Westmount, Montreal “Walk? Come on!” That early morning stroll about Man, it was only eight thirty out Avenue Duluth: everyone asleep in this town After […]

I remember those days when a young man’s cock would be so hard it nearly erected up to the ceiling, and surely, it made for a great towel hook. A wet, heavy wet towel, it hooked. He was 21. And, in thinking of that, sometimes I weep tears of joy in reflective moments, remembering how […]

Leonard Cohen is Ready To Die (and so was I, so was I) Leonard Cohen is ready to die Without having read the headlines I saw it said, and so was I, so was I. Condo living, milestones surfing But none of it for me, fitting. Give me fruit stands at Mont Royal station — […]