Sylvie Hill

Eat, Kill, Fuck “Men and women can’t be friends” he said, as I rejected the very notion. They can! They can, I expressed “Have fun undoing 10,000 years of evolution.” “It’s true, they can’t,” he said tonight If given the chance, men will tap it. Not unlike what he said to me in London, and […]

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 […]