Sylvie Hill

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Hello Ms Elizabeth Renzetti! I so enjoyed listening to your interview this morning on CBC’s The Sunday Edition! It reminded me so much of the mercurial personality of my Male Muse who I write about in my upcoming book of spoken-word poetry, featuring art by Juan Carlos Noria (aka dixon) where London, England is a […]

“Not for the faint of heart. Not for those who find offence in the particulars of life.” ~ Jeff Ross, Author (Orca Press) “Sylvie Hill successfully straddles the zone between the colloquial and the quixotic with her sassy, tell-it-like-it-is spoken word. This is a performer to watch out for.” ~Alexis O’Hara, Performance Artist “Sylvie Hill […]

I bet you after he did what he did And let me off at Russell Square Station Put his sunglasses on, went looking for some breakfast, said: “Well, that sure will give the girl something to write about, then.” WHAT’S THIS BOOK ABOUT? Read/Listen to samples here. Russell Square Station: mine the trash is a […]

This Way Out (of Russell Square Station) “You got pissed, shit happened, you can’t handle your alcohol,” is how he said it when shit hit the fan, and I was calling him, crying from Ottawa. The blackouts, the what-thu’s, the not-making-sense of its He deciphered with patience, once, two times and a third, closed case. […]

I Stand By, Tempest Yes, the goddamn storms will rage, man! Will you fight or take flight? Will you man up and see the light Or sulk like a fucking little child? Yes, the times will be tough, man! You’ll lose the girl and gain A new one losing her again Because of your memory […]

Presentimiento I was going on a trip this weekend I needed to pull out the suitcase. My body shuddered as I touched the handle Same one you lugged to the station. I pretended I’d find a note Tucked away in one of the pockets Thought maybe you left me a message After the morning that […]

FALLING IN LOVE: or, WE ARE TRYING TO SAVE EACH OTHER | In my past, I have chosen men with whom a longterm relationship would not be realistic/possible because of the baggage I was carrying. These men carried my loads intensely and consistently: it breaks bodies down. Other men I have chosen because I was […]

Have You Seen This Man? Have you seen this man? He is MY MAN, stood In a Canadian river, on wood In a suit and antlers With Canadian geese In flight, passing. Have you seen this man? He is a GENTLEMAN, waiting In a Canadian lake, in wood Geared up and ready For a Canadian […]

Trench My trench is more deep than it is wide In it, I’ve hid from battles, so I wouldn’t die So I was surprised, quiet, when he came inside Since when were you on my side? Since then, I’ve dug me a deep depression Into which I hide with only one preoccupation: “He would dive […]