Joanna Gilman Hyde

 The Tribal Leader

–

sits in black

on Her Portico

listening to the starlings

sputter & cackle

 –

one black sleeve

fringed

illuminates The Red

 –

Laser Glitter Spot

 –

zooming through a nearly full

wine glass

of primitive essence

Now it is The Evening

what has She accomplished

Today?

–

Her Teenage Daughter

has the TV on

but Her Mother is away

removed

from a show on Muslim Fundamentalists

–

The Mother is out in The Evening Sun

on Her Portico

eyeballing

The Red Laser Glitter Spot

&

sipping

from

It

–

Joanna Hyde
March 23rd 2012   The Hawk Portico   6:10pm 

Jordan Bay comes equipped

with one pet cemetery

one grandparent cemetery

& one uncle’s remains

My Brother never got there

“Down Where The Lilies Blow”

though He owned the place

inherited by my father

now dead

so Jordan Bay’s up for sale

by my step mother

at a reduced asking price —

could that be the price

of My Sentimentality?

One House & Barn

needs demolishing

one cellar hole needs filling

The Place could be brought back

to its original state

when The Indians were living

there alongside the cove

I rowed across alone

Joanna Hyde
 March 25th 2012   The Hawk

April 9th 2012   The Hawk Deck

10:54am

WHAT DOES XTC STAND FOR?

I feel like an ad

in Outdoor Living Magazine —

no I don’t —

I feel primitive

rooted to the rhythm of the waves

& the twinkling of the smaller birds

11:10am

I’ve taped the XTC Lyrics

for Dear God

into the back of this book

MY BOOK

is that enough?

Or should Jackie post Them

on pointsthruprose

for Easter Monday?

April 9th 2012   The Hawk West Window   11:45am

STATEMENT FOR EASTER MONDAY

When We Cry We Excrete Salt Water

Like The Surface Of The Earth

We Are Of The Earth

And God Has Been Trying To Tell Us

That

For Billions Of Years

Joanna Hyde

She Stands:

Tower of Feminine Strength

in Hot Pink Stilettos

She will never topple

stumble

break

There’s Been Too Much Of That

Joanna Hyde
April 5th 2012   The Hawk   9:31pm

The Yoke of My Mother

now hangs around the neck

of My Daughter —

something I swore would never happen —

Today My Daughter wears The Locket

of antique gold with one pearl

and a picture of Her Namesake

on a new cleavage-length chain

from the Barrington Jewelry Store

–

I announced in JB’s

over a beer:

You are wearing

The Legacy of Your Grandmother —

a woman from a long line of women

Who Believe

ANYTHING IS POSSIBLE

Joanna Hyde
April 11th 2012   The Hawk West Window   5:25pm

 

The Jays are from My Childhood
            in Valley Cottage --
The Fog Horn from The Island --

here I have My Jays --
here I have My Horn 

a Woman comes along The Road
with a Little Blond Boy – I hear Him

a Little Blond Boy – I hear Him
 

The Mourning Dove sits upon a wire
            I hear Her
            I hear Her
            I hear

Joanna Hyde
April 15th 2012   The Hawk Portico   1:29pm

–

This Universe is Rolled Out

like a Red Carpet

I have Kitty Litter Stars

stuck to My Knees

Galaxies of Cat Hair

yet to be disposed of

maybe The Dust Mites

have heard My Prayer

–

By Joanna Hyde
April 24th 2012   The Hawk West Window   10:48am

a fire sale – I must resort to a fire sale

for My Mother's House on McNutt Island

It's been in My Possession as Executor of The Hyde Estate

since She died nineteen years ago

                        I still own it

I own It's apple trees, It's meadows, It's Fish House by the cove

                        It has to go --

It can go for anything I can get for It

                        for I have put nothing into It

                        except memories

                        & They come free

-

by Joanna Hyde
 April 17th 2012   The Hawk Deck   9:04am

There goes My Amazing Daughter

pounding down the road, twice, without stopping

having left behind a mess, of sorts, in the kitchen

So here I sit watching the waves

breaking pounding in Me

after drawing up a Real Estate Ad

to sell My Mother’s Dream

Quick Sale —

So That I May Have My Dream

here on The Hawk

with The Crows

The Cats

Hunter

& My Daughter

who wants to go surf

 –

Joanna Hyde
April 18th 2012   The Hawk Portico   6:00pm

I must expel

The Dream of My Mother

which caught Me

in Its Apple Branches

which caught

My Children’s Father

in Her Spell

My Spell

–

Tonight I offered

My Children’s Father

a finder’s fee for a buyer

for McNutt —

My Mother’s Island

where He asked Me

if I missed Him —

The Summer Island where

We built

The Thoreau House

I was pregnant then

with Our First Child

–

Joanna Hyde
April 17th 2012   The Hawk Kitchen   5:22pm

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