Sylvie Hill

The Nigger in the Alley (made me think of Street Coffee) “Give us your car keys, nigger!” 3 Jamaicans loudly at whitey in our alley. Armed robbery took his wallet. But thankfully, he’s home now safely. It made me think of you at Street Coffee. Back from Paris hung my bag off my seat And […]

Who Do You Love On Duluth? I am in love with the city Not the man even though I’d fetch him With a fractured rib after a bicycle accident from Westmount, Montreal “Walk? Come on!” That early morning stroll about Man, it was only eight thirty out Avenue Duluth: everyone asleep in this town After […]

I remember those days when a young man’s cock would be so hard it nearly erected up to the ceiling, and surely, it made for a great towel hook. A wet, heavy wet towel, it hooked. He was 21. And, in thinking of that, sometimes I weep tears of joy in reflective moments, remembering how […]

Leonard Cohen is Ready To Die (and so was I, so was I) Leonard Cohen is ready to die Without having read the headlines I saw it said, and so was I, so was I. Condo living, milestones surfing But none of it for me, fitting. Give me fruit stands at Mont Royal station — […]

Image: live-painting by Jax a Muse (Toronto)

In A Tavern Before With An Invite To A Party In Dalston Well well well they say history does repeat itself so do tell. Once again, the London trip to meet a penpal friend after nights upon nights into days of texts and emails and correspondence we become friends and this girl here takes the […]

On A Stair To A Flat in Camden Looking for love and couldn’t enjoy myself with the friends I’d found making music with myself singing songs of idealizations and romantic fixations yeah it all sucked anyway and they say it happens when you least expect it but I’m always watching my walk and being too […]