Sylvie Hill

BARRANCO So, my eyes were foggy pulled slightly with a vertiginous movement of a nystagmus with the right-wrong shift of the head, inside, but had sight. But was mellowed out by a massage and a lovely mellow cloudy day out with a friend and an éclair coma and the fresh air of the walk. Saw […]

I blocked up some holes in my tambo in the jungle in August. I always felt sad seeing the scratch marks indented on the toilet paper roll I stuffed high, high up into a corner hole to prevent creatures from coming in. It was clear, one needed that pathway to get out — and now, […]

STUCK (the email to Joe about the masking tape) Please believe, I’m on your side lock the door – that’s no place to hide From yourself, you know you can’t hide” – Constant Smiles, “I’m On Your Side” I left them a message that I’m sure they laughed about. Thinking I was nuts. I don’t […]

Record high deaths on Everest begs the question re: seeking and preparedness… A friend of mine pointed out to me today that there was a record amount of deaths this year reported of folks climbing to Everest. Similar perhaps, in parallel to, others seeking the spiritual summit through Ayahuasca journeys abroad. Not that we heard […]

Wow. While the latest issue of The Walrus features magnificent writing and progressive treatments on ideas of gender evolution and renting vs home ownership, as well as essential reading on Indigenous education and mass graves, for me — The Walrus can’t hide its smug wrapper. It feels like CBC Radio in print, by and for […]

This is an Open Letter that captures my experience with migraine. Published June 21, 2022 in La Tribune. Photo images from the Internet were added to this blog post and not a part of the original La Tribune article. *** Journée mondiale de solidarité pour la migraine: une pathologie insidieuse et stigmatisée POINT DE VUE […]

“Sylvie Hill, écrivaine, poète et blogueuse pour l’organisme Migraine Québec, a un souvenir traumatisant de sa première aura. « J’avais 12 ans, c’était le matin et j’ai été aveuglée, comme éblouie par de la lumière. Je ne trouvais plus mes mots, j’avais une sensation d’engourdissement. C’était effrayant », dit cette quarantenaire qui souffre de migraines […]

My Underwear Is In My Room By Goddess am I lost in this getting found. Immigrants come to Montreal and find their others in groups and dinners and ethnic food grocers. But there’s no store for Ottawans! Or shops for displaced Albertans. From my balcony I do see the mountains! Rockies memories or skiing Camp […]

Edna O’Brien James & Nora: A Portrait of a Marriage. United Kingdom: Weidenfeld & Nicolson, 2020. £6.99 Reviewed by Sylvie Hill Perhaps a pandemic project, or a favor traded in by the publisher, Edna O’Brien’s book, James & Nora: A Portrait of a Marriage, is a cute, short collection of important facts that does not […]

HAKA | MANA | STAUNCH MAN, YEAH? Do things exist if we cannot name them? If named, are they into being now and forever furthered into their sense? I think so. I remember meeting someone in my life for whom there was no words to describe them but I knew there was a word. (I […]