Sylvie Hill

Do You Believe? In the past, On a summer night A Friday you might Head down round the pub Like your back porch But paying for your drinks Without a bbq And the vast expanse In front of your life Was wide But only in age could you see It clearly how limitless it may […]

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MYTHS Last night in my dream we visited over a light snack-supper of smoked salmon. It was in revision in snooze that I conjured it: capers, lemon slices, you had a book, titled: MYTHS. In my dream, you had sent me texts. No words just photographs and images. Of notable figures in statues of persons […]

“LADY, YOU HOLD NO MEANING IN THIS STORY.” And, my, just last night your name came: Name-surnamed on the news here – Character in a movie there – The film* repeated it in refrain, I laughed, thought, Universe: “Really?! 15 mentions, again and again?” Last night and a few nights before that, I had found […]

POWER There’s so much more I would do that I enjoy … if I were a boy. In my quiet hood full of the fullest big matured trees that turn the night sky navy, tree-lined streets quiet without a peep, and dim-lit verandas (with no one on them), I would walk for hours in flip […]

Sweet Poisons What is that magic That finds itself amidst cupboards On evenings too tired to head to the grocer’s And yet you find something for supper? Not the perfect ingredients Or those you’d have laid out perfect For some recipe tried and true And sure to be pleasing to the palate? But you find […]

Bend. Loss of light lately. Take a look at your plants. They are starting to reach for the light of your windows to the fading sun in a dwindling season where we are discombobulated by summery heat roasting our shorter days when we usually would be digging out scarves from ottoman storage. Watch the plants […]

Why do we linger in a sweat-heat of discomfort and tolerate such madness within ourselves and outside our front doors? You know that feeling when you’re working for a judgemental, punishing moron. When you get bad service from a mean waiter. When a family member is sociopathic, or the bus driver — uncaring. The salesperson […]

This Can Go Both Ways (aka I’m reading too much J.G. Ballard) A society where healthy married men Sleep with me for release from their dutiful lives and superb wives And we each fill a few of our needs? In this Society? Madness! Vile and virtue-depleted! It is the stuff of a J.G. Ballard novel […]

Kiwi. I thought this had a lifetime warranty. That I could come to you whenever in need. “To heal heart chakras,” it said: “kiwi.” Fruitful irony. SH 2017