Sylvie Hill

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WE REACHED OUT TO OTTAWA AND GLOBALLY, and were rewarded with generous arts patrons who supported our Kickstarter crowd-funding contributions, and exceeded our ambitious $5,500 goal for POETRY and ART! We raised $6,233 to pay for the offset printing of my second book of poetry, but this time paired with Juan Carlos Noria (aka dixon) […]

I was interviewed by Amanda Earl from Devil House Press on my thoughts about transgressive art forms. Take a read here. On May 5, 2015, I also did an interview with the University of Toronto’s CKUT’s Sex City Radio. You can tune into the show here. In my interview, host Dorianne asks the reason behind […]

You can listen to the archived (May 5, 2015) interview I did with the University of Toronto’s CKUT’s Sex City here. Host Dorianne asks the reason behind my two London-titled books (Hoxton Square Circles: starfucking tales of sexless one-night stands (2001) & Russell Square Station: mine the trash (2014), my theme of women musing men, […]

The Manhandled Muse Who Cocked His Head and Blew But which man can handle being a Muse? Is it you, Hiding Hues off a feminine whim ready to feel somewhat intimidated or impotent like the female poet suggested men get when a woman wants them? “I go both ways, darling, best to keep one’s options […]

Nothing Personal It’s OK! I know why I came! I didn’t know this in the land of the Swiss When an old Egyptian boyfriend Invited me to Switzerland To meet his family and travel to Paris For a holiday for two weeks in spring. I did all the planning. He did nothing for my birthday […]

Lighthouse Bay So you’ll leave the light on for me? That’s nice, dear. But it’s a ….lighthouse. That’s what it does. It keeps the light on. I’m going to tell you now “there is no light without dark” so turn off the sky, now and disappear. You want to do something fine? Something right? — […]

I did not wear a padded bra It was an American Apparel bralet Can’t even remember if you saw Or when you actually removed it. Nothing on me is fake And your kiss was frankly unreal My mouth was not yours to take No asking, no request, no appeal. How hard you worked to show […]

DOWNRIGHT MY’IRONIC I thought it was funny how I taught you to talk like the other guy. I said “you’re too nice” and helped you talk like the other guy. You nailed it. Talking like the other guy. I was loving it. You talking like the other guy. You got asshole and mean-like just like […]

Down In A Blaze of Sorry She likes it when her feet are clean and squishes her heels into his belly feels his hairy chest on her arches massages her toes into his nipples jokes of walking on his torso he’s strong: he can handle it. She likes it because his arms are lean then […]