Sylvie Hill

Je suis la nouvelle blogueuse chez Migraine Québec! Mon témoignage. Ma biographie! “Je m’appelle Sylvie Hill, j’ai 46 ans et je suis une migraineuse épisodique classique. Mes déclencheurs sont les hormones menstruelles et, évidemment, le stress émotionnel épique. Éviter l’alcool et le fromage, mes tantes et les dynamiques familiales angoissantes, la cigarette, et m’en tenir […]

IN DATING, I wonder why people feel it’s impressive to tell you how good they are in bed? Imagine how ridiculous it would sound if they told you how great they were at loving? And here’s the point: no virtuous and experienced potential lover needs to advertise a thing. It can be read in the […]

Hein, qu’est-ce que je dois faire? C’est vrai je dois bien finir quelque part Loin de tes terres, de ta mémoire Je voulais juste te dire au revoir Juste une dernière fois te revoir Avant que j’erre, que je ne m’égare J’aimerais qu’on se serre puis qu’on se sépare – Le Rempart BON VOYAGE! I […]

THE BRIGHT LIGHTS OF THE DARK SIDE People with tiny minds seem to forget something about those of us who have suffered tough childhoods… In the case of a sociopathic parent, chances are – that parent was brilliantly charismatic, highly achieved, and supremely competent in the public world while …triggered privately. In the case of […]

What are we really saying when we’re speaking? As mentioned in this You Tube video on language, while a Roman Emperor said once that knowing a second language gives you a second soul, Juliet in Shakespeare says that a rose by any other name would still be a rose and still smell as sweet. Judgey, […]

Suzanne of Montreal (a poem for no one but Montreal) Oh well, yesterday I talked of you. My feet foot steps soles up on my desk And I told her of you: I was OVERTAKEN! My arms started flailing at your mention! My eyes welled up teary at reflection! Oh how we walked together after […]

Clean I’m innocent to the man who loves me. For the ones who don’t – I’m square. I’m virtuous to the man who cares for me. For those ones who don’t – I’m slow. I’m beautiful to the man who sees me. For those ones who don’t – I’m hot. I’m everything to the man […]

Maybe, Baby And even in the gore… And before the stories, poems, lore… And like some times before… I still brought you water. You laid in the bed and watched as I packed a suitcase, shocked. I paused, got you water and came to touch your shoulder. “My poor dear” is what I thought. “You […]

Otherwise Do you remember that time I said to you that I was the only one who didn’t lie to you? Your wife, her kid, my sister and the too-afraid: I was brave, yet scared and still didn’t lie to you. I wonder when you took down the frames. What stories you had for your […]

Illiterate I was completely illiterate. But you spelled it out in black and white! Despite such clarity – our decisiveness had such subtexts like regrets. It’s a dead language now that does not exist. I’m to make way for the archeo-anthropo-logist decoding scratches scriptures, hints into some existence persists like infection. It’s a dead language […]