Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Month: September, 2014


The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:11pm

I wanna start A Cult —

not the kind where the leader

drives 14 Rolls Royces

or where the leader talks

500 people into drinking poisoned Kool-aid

I wanna be the kind of leader

I already am —

54 years in the making —

a slice of human growth

out of two wedges

of eternity —

Mine is The Cult

of Clear Thinking

’cause I will never say

there is no such thing

as Divinity

My Cult is not a clubhouse

My Cult lives for Humanity

as God, merely God

as I understand no separation

Move Over Allah & Christ —

a woman named Joanna Gilman Hyde

is on the scene

to speak Her Mind

Her Human Mind

which speaks for God —

Is Anyone Listening?


The Hawk Deck 10:45am

I waved Good-Bye

to My Working Husband

as He pulled out of Our Drive

I glanced across

My Left Shoulder

& saw how I survive

I saw The Silver

across The Sea

& knew It in a flash

I have all I’ll ever need

Forever I Will Last

October 22, 1993

The Tomato-coloured Couch 7:25pm

To Dr David Hamilton Wilson

over the telephone from My Hospital Room

by His prescription:

“I have so many thoughts coming in —

even one for a new religion

based on The Joanna Hyde School of Thought:

Believe In Your Self FIRST

THEN Believe In God”

“Some People will accept

Your Ideas

Some People Won’t”


God Says…

The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:46pm

“I Have A Very Simple Message —

It Should Not Be Hard To Grasp:

Man Is God

Is All I’ve Said






The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:15pm

What would happen

if The World

believed a 125 lb

white 53 year-old

North American female



What if The World believed

Her Message

that The Human Race

is God?



The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:40pm

Mine Is The Voice

Of The World

Calling Out

To Unmake Our Impoverished

Image Of Ourselves

Mine Is The Voice

Sounding Out

To Uphold Our Worthy Stature

To Uphold Our Strength Of Unity

As Human Beings

Emerging Like Microbes

Across Our Salinated Planet

Which Now Recognizes

My Authoritative Tone

As The Overseer

Whose Vision

Is As Clear

As Her Voice


The Hawk Dining Room 11:17am

The Swath of Silver

has moved

from My Kitchen Outpost

to beyond The Dining Room

I can see It

from My Marble Table

& I can Love It

all the more

— steel streaks included —

framed within

My Arched Window

garlanded by Eliza


The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:17pm

I sat within My Pool of Light

illuminated at My Wrist

encircled by My Silver Bright

I saw My Pulse

and so exist


The Tomato-coloured Couch 3:45pm

Long ago & far away

I was housed in a place

I did not want to be

I did not want to be

& so I was stationed

in an artificial unit

of nurses, doctors & cafeteria food

for weeks at a time

yet I have no memory of what day

or year, I got out

it doesn’t really matter

that I cannot recall

the end of that terrible time —

all that matters now

is that I am happy

& I DO want to live —

My Life is full

in This Glorious Place


The Hawk Queen Bed 9:48pm

The Days go pretty fast

around here

I find My Self turning

into bed again

after a weekend day

with Hunter

rowing, eating, writing

loving My Staid Existence

I find My Self

turning into


after cracking the windows

for the last balmy air

of summer