Sylvie Hill

Naturally. How could I ever be cross with you – you made sure I got home OK you let me lose control in the end. Naturally, it was your turn come: morning. I demonized you to some mates – tell yours I was a bad lay that I was blackout central dangerbay. Naturally, I love […]

Solitary Soul (Little Death pt. 1) “Without realizing it, the individual composes his life according to the laws of beauty even in times of distress,” said Milan Kundera in Unbearable Lightness of Being. There was chance and fortuity; today two signs: an actor with your shared name in a program watched to make me laugh, […]

Dark Alley Dream Death (Little Death pt. 2) In Tolstoy, Anna Karenina meets Vronsky at the railway station. Anna returns to the train station and throws herself under a train. In Chopin, Madame Pontellier meets Alcée Arobin, he teaches her to swim. Madame Pontellier returns to Grand Isle ocean and drowns herself. I am by […]

Tour Guide I saw parts of London I will never see again. I’m not sure if I’m at all OK with this. I saw parts of London I needed to see now. It was what I had to feel Is there any other way – how? “What the fuck is going on here” you’d say […]

Red-dress I think with being in the clear And knowing I’m not pregnant I can now look back and say to you “fucking weird! but no regrets.” I think with being in the clear And having started my period I’ve replaced my downcast worry and reminisces With “holy crap, that was hilarious!” The sex was […]

Same As On The White Horse What? Am I to continue to riff off a blue lake Or a Dorian Gray landscape of Russell Square for a guy who acted like Russell Brand? I’m not sure. I should have written more in the moment. What I captured in the red notebooks said it all so […]

This Time, What It Was, A Time This time, last week, we were having a lot to drink but none so much that we couldn’t dance or speak to strangers ask for more toilet paper from under cubicle walls in a shithole, foxhole bar in London, England. I think we danced so much, got pissed, […]

Two Salmon I saw your beloved in Russell Square, and she was weeping. Their dead weights balance him: suspending one on either side, he carries down the fish he must have killed out on the salmon-run here where the river slows to water-wash and salt, and a lazy tide, so in the sun they glitter […]

Two Cars’ Worth Everything’s counted in chunks of five thousand bucks I’d spend in a second to want to buy the find. Six-cylinder muscle car from the lot and I’d drive till I was stuck, far, where I’d probably die. A 70s Monte Carlo, a navy blue soul-searching motto on wheels and I’d drive all […]

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 […]