Joanna Gilman Hyde

September 13th, 2026

The Hawk Deck

9:00 am

Gully, Molly & Ozzy —

how did I obtain

3 pets of 2 syllables

ending in Why?

September 6th, 2026

The Hawk Utility Room

5:26 am

Dr Blair was a Fucker —

He fucked Me

w all His Might —

(which wasn’t much)

on into The Night

of Our Darkest Hour

when Eye got livid

@ His Falsehood —

He never saw Me

for My Worth —

instead He used Me

2 clean & cook

(which Eye didn’t mind doing)

butt He ignored My Capacity

for Artistic Genius —

& when Eye asked Him

if Eye was THAT

He said “No.”

September 6th, 2026

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost

4:15 am

The Crescent Moon

is really the only astrological body

Eye pay any heed 2 —

how It’s caught

in Its celestial travels

around Our Earth —

or is Earth

around The Moon?

September 4th, 2026

The Hawk Slipper Chair

8:30 am

Endlessly

She picks & picks

up Threaded Galaxies

off fields of fabric skies

off layers of cosmic flooring

between thumb &  forefinger

2 be deposited

Forever

into Black Holes

of sinks, garbage cans, toilets

September 2nd, 2026

The Hawk Queen Bed

5:26 am

Eye had You that extra week

so that You would grow

so that You could be killed —

that’s how much Your Father

didn’t want You.

But I wanted You — badly enough

to make up a Blue Devil

in Your Place —

“The Impetuous Child”

Who would linger forever

as The Male Counterpart.

(continued)

The stillness has me plastered

2 My Chair.

I can hear

a distant rooster

slight ringing in my ears

my sun hat brushing

the back of The Chair

Molly licking condensation

off the vinyl siding

out here on My Deck

in the sublimity of this rare morning.

8:24 am

Is that Gully over there

on Robert Ross’s Blue Roof

preening in this stillest of mornings?

Ozzy is inside

on the chair Astro died in

& I am situated

w no confines

drinking tea

which needs 2 be heated up.

August 30th, 2026

The Hawk Deck

7:45 am

There is no sound

of The Sea this morning.

Instead I hear Molly purring

a fly buzz

& as I contemplated writing,

a Jay squawked

across my vacant meadow.

August 25th, 2026

The Hawk Corner Room

5:50 pm

He was not just a man —

He was an idea —

Blown Up

into The Biggest Idea

ever created

within My Infinite Mind.

Falling short of concrete reality

He became My Spiritual Love

& perhaps still is

butt with a grain of salt

for good measure

as He remains solidly married

& I solidly single.

August 22nd, 2026

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost

10:22 am

Was I dressed appropriately @ 10 am

in black velvet for a memorial service

@ 2

2 walk past a dead Guinea Hen

in the middle of the road

here on The Hawk

as I exercised my arthritic hips

w walking sticks provided 2 me

last winter

by my kids?

August 14th, 2026

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost

5:03 pm

I stood too fat

in Pink Chiffon

trembling by a tree

I’ve never stood by since —

The Tree was sold —

Its House burned down —

My Life encapsulated up to then

by a whim that steered My Children

away from “Proper Marriage”

so that today I refer to “My Common Law

Daughter In Law”

& “My Common Law Son In Law”

hoping all parties concerned

are now better off