Sylvie Hill

Mine Is A Rich Blended Tapestry At Best It’s not that I don’t like rich people. It’s just that affluence on my block Is built upon insularity And muchly white folk with privilege And in retirement Or with young families and “special” houses. Yes they are friendly: I like them. But living next to the […]

A Man Of Integrity. I fell in love with a man who said his parents offered him tuition. And he turned it down, working night-crew to pay for university himself. I was a bitch. Never had anything handed. So said: “that’s dumb, take it!” “No,” he said. “You’re dumb,” I cried! To which he returned […]

Dove Soap Fucking Stinks Mainstream ideas, selections and futures Stink like a bar of Dove soap from Jean Coutu. The wrapped bar stinks up my entire fucking house. And normal people say, “Oh, it smells so nice.” Like Fabreeze. How do you like the chemicals on your brain? Like a lot of processed food, do […]

Check out London, UK artist Ashley Reak‘s mix of my spoken-word poem, “The Gentle Art of Ignoring” off his new upcoming album, “Growth Spurts.” :: REVIEWS “‘The Gentle Art Of Ignoring‘ incorporates freestyle jazz sax and piano which might otherwise have you reaching for the Valium but with the masterstroke addition of words from Sylvie […]

Due Date (March 19) And as we age and expect grace Some do so in accents and phrases And among people of best society With dirty minds on clean linens And with the approval of demons Or those of privilege and rank. And is this the best Life? I may coin T.S. Eliot; it is […]

WHILE CHILDLESS WOMEN ARE SCREWED (For B & her missus) Your vagina works, Great for you So now you get a year off To tend to your offspring do you? Vagina’s good here, too But I’m not due. Will not be giving birth To babies – will poems do? In today’s Society A woman’s worth […]

Chance Gift Just as a Mother does not leave her child behind Nor can I drop my rhymes! Yet my Mother has left me aside… Shall I then give up these lines? Time has made me regret. Memory has made me forget. But I recall reasoning it on the tarmac Your character would shake this […]

In the stillness, intention You gave it dark And in the stillness Red embers glowed Your temper Shoveling coal Scheming And steaming And fuming And there you go You blow As I lay silent In moon’s glow Like Bloomsbury’s Lamps lit yellow Our ships docked For conference I jumped ship Intoxicated You grabbed me I […]

You Have A Drinking Problem. This is a love letter Because I love you. You’ve always been saying I associate you with alcohol. That “I haven’t been drinking” “I don’t drink as much as you think — or at all.” You fight me every time Saying “you don’t get me at all” Yet every time […]

But I Will Have My Joy! It was already a too-long conversation. Light-headed, I had not eaten. He’s used to it: gets adrenaline rushing. On a shit diet, drama and Captain Crunch. I was happy for the conversation To coach and help him with his investment. After all, I had been there so I have […]