Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

OHH’D 2 JEROME

February 26th, 2026

The Hawk Corner Room

6:45 am

The Big Brave Lion Cat

W The Great Sad Eyes

lies in His Beddy

convalescing for X # 3

lanced again for His Abscess

His Life On The Line.

He had one crunch of dry food

& I petted His Head.

Yesterday @ The Vet

I imagined Him Dead:

No More Jerome —

I pictured My Home

minus One Cat —

The Docile Pet

Who found His Way Here

in December 2010.

Butt Jerome still lives

so my tears are assuaged —

He is in His Decline

Butt He’s still My Feline.

The Suit of Red

February 23rd, 2026

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost

11:19 am

Over 20 years ago

I bought The Suit of Red

Le Chateau, made in Canada

5 Red & Silver Buttons

lapels for pins —

I wore It every Monday Morning

for My Brother’s Inquiry.

It’s a Size  7/8

too small now

butt It was My Favourite —

donated 2 The Salvation Army

then bought back the next day —

& now My Daughter

has a buyer for It on Poshmark

butt I cannot

bear 2 box It up.

Storm Day

February 23rd, 2026

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost

8:37 am

The Sky is White

or is It Grey?

Eastern Storm is here —

I’ll be in Today.

Gully will not appear —

He would blow away —

I’ll sit in M(eye) Wrought Iron Chair

& watch The Blinding Haze.

Accent

The Hawk Dining Room

February 14th, 2026

6:40 am

The Captivating Sky Line

from M(eye) Dining Room Window

leaks into Me

w Its subtle orange glow

calm ultra marine

horizontal streaks of dark grey cloud

M(eye) Neighbour’s tree branches

& The Crescent Moon

upper right —

The Lobster Boat Lights

lower left

Valentine’s Day

February 14th, 2026

The Hawk Green Chair

4:30 am

Eye have a ceiling of Light

formed when Eye was 32

held in fortification

by M(eye) Hawk Family Room

illuminated by The Streaking Grace

of M(eye) Lit-up Ice Block

Chandelier

The Joy of A Bird

February 7th, 2026

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost

7:37 am

Gully, My Pet

arrives every Morning

@ 7:00 am

landing on His Rail —

Eye tell Him not 2 fly away

as I retrieve His Little White Bowl

2 fill w either cat food pellets

or expired Beef Stew

from when my former spouse

thought The World was ending —

Gully’s colouration often

matches The Sky here —

the subtle grey & white

flecked @ The Neck

w darker grey —

He pecks fast

@ His Dole

while Eye gaze

in Luxury

@ The Sight

of Our Fulfillment

Just A Winter Sky

January 27th, 2026

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost

7:30 am

The Radio is off —

not by deliberation

butt The Habit of It

was declined This Morning

as Eye choose now 2 sit

in the silence of my purring fridge

w a cat, Molly

on the ottoman here

& Jerome, The Convalescent

on my Tomato-coloured Couch

& Moulan in Palliative Care

secured in the downstairs bathroom

unaware of Her Final Stage —

my left leg is uncomfortable

after a 3-week old diagnosis

of osteoarthritis in my hips —

I do not believe in getting old

& prefer instead

2 gaze through the unfrosted

Sliding Glass Door

here in M(eye) Hawk Kitchen Outpost

2 The Scraggly Apple tips

encased in fuzzy ice

looking like reindeer antlers

Baby Dream

January 22nd, 2026

The Hawk Slipper Chair

5:26 am

Eye have dreamt of  A Baby —

A Musical Baby

He mimicked My Googely Voice

My Cooing Voice

My Silly Voice.

I found Him in a blue terry sleeper

lying smiling on a floor

I carefully, so carefully picked Him up

I put Him 2 My Left Shoulder

& We played A Game of Music

He responded 2 any sound I made

& I delighted in Him

My Baby.

I fed Him

from My Left Breast

& He played w My Hair

w His Left Hand

silhouetted against

gleaming streaks of gold

waving in a magical Light

as We moved.

Joanna Gilman Hyde

Gold Is Old

January 1st, 2026

The Tomato-coloured Couch

10:05 am

Gold stands & stoops

picking up the dropped Coat Check Ticket

w stiff hips —

hanging New Year’s guests’ outer wear

w long & heavy Gold Necklace

worn by Her Mother every Xmiss Eve

accompanied by a nearly 24 karat

Gold Starfish @ Her High-collared Throat

w 3- buttoned back —

(buttons in Gold)

Hair bunned up w Gold Barrette

dangling Gold Rings from earlobes

in a black dress flecked w sparks

of antiquated Gold —

Let’s move into SILVER

as Eye have been preaching

since The Light of God

befell Me

In Its Mutitudinous Streaks

on March 31st, 1993