Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"


The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:55pm

I will not light a candle —

will light a candle

for The World

to resurrect Its State

of Giving

to Foster The Feat

of Humanity’s Beginnings

We must cry out

for Our Selves

for more than just Our Families

We must cry out

and act

for Our Place

in The Line

of Evolution



The Hawk Queen Bed 8:08am

My Husband’s is A Seductive Hand

A Doctor’s Hand

A Hand Of Comfort

He wraps His Fingers

around My Wrist

& gropes Them gently

up and down My Own

leaving Me only

to turn a page

on His Kindle