Sylvie Hill

Image: live-painting by Jax a Muse (Toronto)

In A Tavern Before With An Invite To A Party In Dalston Well well well they say history does repeat itself so do tell. Once again, the London trip to meet a penpal friend after nights upon nights into days of texts and emails and correspondence we become friends and this girl here takes the […]

On A Stair To A Flat in Camden Looking for love and couldn’t enjoy myself with the friends I’d found making music with myself singing songs of idealizations and romantic fixations yeah it all sucked anyway and they say it happens when you least expect it but I’m always watching my walk and being too […]

Let Your Lovers Go Today. I came face to face with my last Lover. It had been five years. He has grown stronger. He retains his honest vulnerability. His admirable grace and honesty. He has become all he has wanted to be Since he moved out and I forced our ending. Let your lovers go. […]

I Got News Of Your Marriage Well, there it is and official. I got news of your marriage. And I thought then of our years of correspondence: daily about everything, debates and discussions. And that last time you were single and playing a gig in town You said you couldn’t wait to see me and […]

With Hearts Like Thunder Remember you once knew two Indians? One was of Maori and the other a First Nations? Were they both ruined when it came to women? Long-term lookers then a bunch of in-betweeners? And do you remember they each opened a restaurant? One bought a pizzeria in the town on the Atlantic […]

Honestly, The world is a funny place. It rather respects men who don’t cheat – or so state. But then those who openly admit it – we castigate. “I’m going to fuck my ex back home,” he says barely half hour after he unceremoniously takes. We tell that story and folks just hate him! But […]

Aw baby, where did you dock your ship? Somewhere foreseen; they all said you’d go back to it. Somewhere in history; aha: your life of privilege! Business advice from your dad you inherit. From the quiet place to the space where you were fastest. From the island paradise to the London town pace frenetic. Now […]

* great title borrowed from Joseph Arthur; unrelated poem