Sylvie Hill

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! […]

Your Mind Tonight I took this moment to take this photo as he walked off into the distance. Parted, he drifted floated in the crowd. And when he noticed I wasn’t with him turned around. No panic. No reaction. I watched you watch and look about. Un-phased, but you would have logically sorted out the […]

Magnificent Thunder The way you needed a woman like a hole in your head was attractive. The on-again, off-again thing, many in your bed probably not so much; but, meh, I got it. When you’d go to the cinema: Whirld and Everyman, and tell me about it: “You can drink wine!” you’d say without exclamation […]

PEACE OF MIND Tonight, I’m so happy I could cry. And it’s not from the romance of streets in Montreal along Parc Lafontaine and people on Bixi, and me in a blazer blazing fashionable taking my dinner comfortable- on vélo then shopping at the Rachelle-Berry food store. It’s not my mug of tea and a […]

Dear Olga Dear Olga because you’re reading I think of you often since our first meeting. How long was the plane ride? We didn’t see it go by! We talked of lovers, and marriage And sex and your Montreal living. Dear Olga because you noted That I don’t write when I’m gone from Montreal. That […]

I Am Illiterate So thank you For letting me tell you about my men their bodies and brilliance their love for me and my love for them And how every time, without fail That I looked at my mother’s handwriting And read the Halmark cards, “for my precious daughter” How any scribble penned Of how […]

Others My mother and my sister They’d always say that I thought I was better Better than everyone else. But how can you think you’re worth something now When your mother and sister are always putting you down? And my step-mother had sense: She said sometimes you gotta break a pattern if you want to […]

Urge and Ways Last night, I kissed you fierce from behind a door there you were hiding for years in a dream about me rallying folks to New York and where the sidewalk in creamed white like snow and water blended into a stream. They shouted “It’s the Pacific Ocean, lady,” And watch your step […]

Guard Gods When your gods are dead And your guards are down It’s a sign my dear You’re done with this town. And all the men Once all in your bed Once all so numbered Have all fled. Magic abounded in nights on end Potential released in a glass of red. Bottle uncapped as you […]