Sylvie Hill

It’s Time (aka Just For the Record) I’ve been making progress. Been driving through the city lights. Burning up so many goddamn tires Leaving them at the dead-end streets On fire. But I keep on trucking. Until tonight. Feeling, just feeling Hormonal, not sentimental. Pregnant (yea) with emotion. Godammnit, I was looking for your rage […]

Hey. Thanks for stopping by. Here are a few pieces I’m working on for a new collection following HOXTON SQUARE CIRCLES: Starfucking tales of sexless one-night stands. That book documented this woman’s journey thru the sexual landscape of Ottawa (Ontario), Canada. So it was a short book. I’m a tattle-tale. But the book was sparked […]

COMME, EXPLICITE Complicit with an ex = Explicit. Complex. Com(ex)plicit. You’ll take what you can get, eh? Dis-ease Chimes with what’s between the Rhy[me]s, yes? Twat (et moi??). Take her in between: shee[i]t! Because we were both in this the same way “Come Sunday.” I went. You came. Ah, screw it, eh? She’s leaving this […]

Two heads at a table Bus on the old streets go by in New Edinburgh Do you see them in living rooms lit for dinner Soft studio lighting golden, like caramel As if it was vapour? I am poor – I do not live In an architecturally beautiful Neighbourhood Where the brick facades And decorative […]

NOTHING PERSONAL It’s OK! I know why I came! I didn’t know this in the land of the Swiss When an old Egyptian boyfriend Invited me to Switzerland To meet his family and travel to Paris For a holiday for two weeks in spring. I did all the planning. He did nothing for my birthday […]

Guilty, As Charged! “If you haven’t the strength to impose your own terms upon life, then you must accept the terms it offers you.” – T.S. Eliot “Don’t do the crime if you can’t do the time.” – my muse Guilty as charged! I got screwed. I screwed myself, really With no clear idea Of […]

HELPING YOU HELPING ME “You’re doing my fucking head in!” remember: it’s what you once said sorting our mess: “I’m gonna tear my bloody eyes out!” Must have been for real: where were they when we met up? Vacant black holes, and where did your irises go? You got still black eyes like a guy […]

*** Hello? Did you kill yourself yet? he wrote. Where are you at? Been a while since we spoke… *** MADEMOISELLE REISZ (based upon Kate Chopin’s “The Awakening”) Edna, at a very early period, “apprehended instinctively the dual life —that outward existence which conforms, the inward life which questions.” Bejeweled by societal customs Of the […]

Bonded, We Were Bound. We were bound by “Bum a Smoke” night, right? Is it psychiatric help I need Or a crystal ball? A Poet’s heed. Or to fall? What is this? What am I after? It is not love From which I suffer. But I caught a glimpse On a feed today of you […]

Bang Bang Bang, Blam(e) Killers in the name of love? Or some-such “lust” after the Intrepid Fox In London Town or was that just drunk? Bang, bang, bang, you’re still the one. Could have been a Mom. Say, mine was 23 when she skipped town Travelled West, see what’s going down Stalled in Alberta, Dad […]