Sylvie Hill

Bison Hunters, No Cherry-Pickers “J’suis pas un enfant d’choeur” il m’a dit un soir r’entrant chez moi après qu’il s’est presenté, almost late à Place des Arts, pour notre date, en retard, pal mal Bar de Courcelle drunk. Bon, c’est certain que des bad boys, eux ont du panache, mais decouverte: Pourquoi? I thought he […]

Bar Courcelle (You Git) His broken English Sounds horrid. Like some Texan redneck trucker caught like a fart in a helmet pissed off at its own stink spiraling in anger at the Montreal traffic – and his too many drinks. And by god if you could hear it: You’d love it, and it’s hilarious! “That […]

Magic It was the right park But the wrong guy It was the right sweatshirt But a different sky It was a summer thunderstorm Without the making love It was a perfect summer night He was nowhere to speak of. It was the perfect man But the wrong distance He was the most electric homme […]

Pull I moved on you I wanted to move on you Like a magnet under a sheet of white paper shifting the particles wayward. Guided: like hands on a Ouija board or like gravity pulls us lower. I moved on you I wanted to move on you And my body shivered When I told you […]

True Love (What Are You Still Doing With Her?) “Why are you still with that girl?!!” she said about me, apparently. I was not threatened. I smiled Cheshire. I prepared the tea. Laughing. Would you like to know why, darling? Because I loved your brother the right way, like no other lady. Because I held […]

BOTTOM FEEDERS (I WANT TO BE LIGHT) I want to be light Not like a broadcasted beacon Blasted in hasthtags full of random photos of yoga ashrams and world travel. Nor of my pretty skin heated by the South Pacific suns or surfing, tanned in a bikini surrounded by foreign friends around a boozy meal. […]

(REPOSTED FROM DEC 2018) I Am Ready! (Not-Rot) I am ready for adventure on the cusp of a new year! For double-yoga duties on the first day! — setting the standard for the remaining. And I am ready for adventure on the cusp of a new world. Thriving in Montreal: shopping bliss at Jean-Talon Market […]

French Novel By Richie Hofmann You were my second lover. You had dark eyes and hair, like a painting of a man. We lay on our stomachs reading books in your bed. I e-mailed my professor. I will be absent from French Novel due to sickness. You put on some piano music. Even though it […]

How Is Your Rot Going? Tonight I wanted to call you To see how your rot is going. The last time I left you I was saying “I feel sorry for you” And you tried to fight me Beside the Sobey’s Before grabbing some smokes To smoke me. But I was not having any of […]

And telling you to proceed please with him into this fair night. And if you wished your body was younger Tighter back in the days of never worrying About posture – Forget it, because at 37, my darling You were dumber than dumber. Insecure, and a nutter. Full of expectations that could never deliver. Consuming […]