Sylvie Hill

Ripe “Fuck your morals I was devastated.” Rejected was his word as I tried to explain it. It was that, and circumstance. My fear. & You had a girlfriend. Best sex he ever had. “But we didn’t even fuck!” Ever try it on in mind Better than talking or touch. At 17, maybe less or […]

Heartrush “I have no idea what you are talking about and my social filter is set low.” I laughed out loud, took a deep breath, Smiled miles wide, and got up slow. Sylvie Hill, Montreal, April 2019 Photo: David Fernandez Saez

The Arbitrary Intentional Summation And if it makes you vile Then it makes me a witch That I didn’t give a toss who you were with! And you didn’t care much that night in London And we both didn’t give a shit. And if it makes you impulsive Then it makes me spontaneous That I […]

What You Prefer BAD FEMINIST, they’d shout at me, they’d say if I told them I can justify my abuser this way: You muse a person, and you use their image And you make these self-centred projections You write their story one-way in fictions And you wonder how you fed their hatred?! Everything they say […]

Blaze ‘er, Lady. By comparison, Now that I’m living it I can say clearly And without hesitation: I preferred the cinq à sept To the five o’clock to two a.m. Piss ups, anglo-style On Elgin. I used to close the pub with her Our last-call pint chased down with liquor I’d stand there off patio […]

A Simple Win Don’t think I don’t know. I’ve got two letters in my mind and I’ve just re-read them. Just now. Both were positive From intelligent men Trying positively to challenge The way I am. They were not wrong. They were not wrong. With attention, and caution, they chose words carefully. They expressed gratitude […]

Disheartened When you gifted me this: The split chest The burning and the darkness Well, dear, I knew you were my kind. When he gave me pearls… Some book by some author… And a re-cast dinner plan with flowers? Well, dear, I knew he was not of my time. When he gave me plastic lobsters, […]

Mistakes I don’t get sad about not having had love. I had it in abundance! The flowers and love letters! Words poured out tender! Vows promised, made! Rings exchanged! So many pictures, great sex and conversations, and those trips. I don’t get sad about not having had love. I had so much of it! By […]

Verbal Vomit (on moving) In my packing for my moving I’ve been weighting shit and getting rid of things. Wondering sometimes when I lift a box here or there how is it when you moved from London back to New Zealand? How do you decide what stays what goes? Is that why you didn’t have […]

I’ve Taken Flight Would you call it raw? or flawed? That I bummed a smoke at an airport back from Toronto and three glasses of wine in reading a book on Elon Musk. Thinking “By God! Musk is like him!” What they say of him as “mean” Is being realistic And logical just like you! […]