0ctober 5th, 2026
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost
5:26 am
Eye see M(eye) Birth Time
on the oven clock
5 minutes slow
when there is no such THING
as TIME
0ctober 3rd, 2026
The Hawk Deck
10:45 am
Eye had a taste of Immortality
once when I saw
a falling star
cascade itself
into the basket
of The Big Dipper —
butt all that is gone now —
I am a mere mortal
sitting in the Autumn
of M(eye) Youth
w the lull of the sea
taking Me
September 30th, 2026
The Tomato-coloured Couch
11:05 am
M(eye) Net Worth
is in Silver
ever since March 31st, 1993 —
that makes Me
very very rich.
For those of You
Who don’t know (yet)
The Shower of Silver Lights
befell Me on that afternoon
after The Death of M(eye) Mother
on March 27th, 1993
& not one day
has slid past
when Eye have not realized
M(eye) Wealth
September 30th, 2026
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost
8:35 am
From where I stood
@ My Hawk Kitchen Outpost
I watched a singular silver streak
along the watery horizon
dissolve into a pond of molten silver
& saw no differentiation
between molten sky & greyish sea —
only the electric poles
infiltrated My View
w 2 sedate rooflines
of neighbours I’ve never met
September 25th, 2026
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost
8:24 am
M(eye) Mother used 2 say
She was always looking
out the windows of Her Paradise House
on McNutt’s Island.
She looked over Her Apple Orchard
at Her Molly safely moored
down by The Fish House.
She watched for deer
& of course Her Sheep
grazing Her Wild Grass
along the edge of spruce
& old stone walls.
Here on The Hawk
Eye have The Open Atlantic
w waves of white
deer, if I want —
Gully, Ozzy & Molly
& M(eye) House
described yesterday by a friend
(who hadn’t been here in years)
as “Happy.”
September 23rd, 2026
The Tomato-coloured Couch
7:30 am
It would seem
each year
there’s a youngster
of Gully’s —
I’m starting 2 lose track —
one year it was Heckle & Speckle
then it was Junior —
now it’s an anonymous
bleating brown one
(as they all are)
& Gully regurgitates food
for him
& I worry
I’m not feeding them
adequately —
butt My Deck
cannot be a feeding station
for every Tom, Dick
& Harry
of The Gull World
September 19th, 2026
The Hawk Queen Bed
7:00 am
My Father’s Birthday —
Francois Michael Louis Tonetti Hyde
named after The Sculptor
He could never live up 2 —
My Father could play the cello
& sing
& why is it that we must
always list Our Talents?
He married My Mother
(They were Childhood Playmates)
January 30th, 1960
& took His First Child,
Me,
2 Gabon, Africa
where My Brother was conceived
& where My Mother
said She had the worst year
of Her Life.
When I was a teenager
I asked Mom,
“What was Dad’s job in Africa?”
She answered,
“He was teaching Africans
how 2 drive tractors.”
In 1974 My Father went bankrupt
on His dairy farm
in upstate New York
& moved His 2nd Family
2 Tehran, Iran
leaving Me
2 miss My Stepsister Thea
more than I missed My Father —
He left Tehran under evacuation
& wound up
in Riyadh, Saudi Arabia
working in “The Shipping Business”
for 25 years —
retiring 2 His 2nd Wife’s rundown farmhouse
in Vermont
where He woke up at 4:00 am
2 drive patients 2 hospitals
for casual employment.
Did Eye love My Father?
I guess I did,
butt My Mother tried
2 turn Me against Him
& took Me 2 court w Her
when She was suing Him
for child support
& had His Early American Furniture
sequestrated:
Big Brown pieces
She told Me more than once
She never did like 2 oil
w Lemon Oil
(& She disliked ironing
His white shirts for work)
so why did She marry Him?
I asked Her that 2
& She answered:
“I married Your Father
for 3 Reasons:
2 hold onto My Childhood,
because I loved His Family,
& I couldn’t stand the thought
of anyone else marrying Him.”
September 18th, 2026
The Hawk Slipper Chair
7:11 am
The Headiness of 2 days ago
has subsided
& in its place
(if there is a place)
is My Command 2 M(eye) Self
& 2 The World:
“EMBELLISH —
EMBLAZON”
(I need a new pen)
September 16th, 2026
The Tomato-coloured Couch
4:30 pm
We all have our hauntings
& Mine is Maria —
yet Today
that stab in My Heart (cervix & brain)
has been overshadowed
over-glowed
by M(eye) Longest Exchange (so far)
w The Little Man
w whom Eye have what I would say
is a “Good Rapore”
September 15th, 2026
The Hawk Corner Room
9:30 am
Last night I stood
giving birth 2 a baby
clothed in what I presume
were swaddling clothes
(or mummy wrappings?)
I had 2 uncover
him or her
layer by layer
& then he/she
got lost —
later I was on a solitary road trip
around unfamiliar, made-up places
here in lovely Nova Scotia
driving the slate-blue Ford
Dr Fraudster bought me
without consulting me,
& suddenly found myself
stuck in a cloud of heavy white mist —
it wasn’t fog —
I could see nothing
except a slight opening
2 my upper right
revealing what I guessed
2 be Western Sky
& I felt it was time enough
I had spent
here in lovely Nova Scotia
