Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Month: June, 2015


The Hawk Kitchen 7:20pm

Who wants a stodgy

old bronze bust

when You could have

My Husband’s Beautiful Head

in A Splash Of Silver

from Out Of This World?


The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:35pm

I lost a hand-made earring

in the sands of My Mother’s Island

I lost a hand-made sunset ring

in the waves of the Jersey Shore

Both coincided with boyfriends

of My Youth

One Whose name I don’t remember

& One I hope to see again

now in Middle Age


The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 7:53am

Again My Sky is opalescent

framed within the window

of My Sliding Glass Door

I can hear the morning birds

the cats are quiet

coffee is ready to pour


The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:00pm

I Am Made Of Silver

My Heart Is Gold

My Legs Are Strong

To Carry Me

Where I Stand

Where I Speak

In Dripping Diamonds

Where I Spit

My Words Of Truth



The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 3:45pm

The Extraction of Silver

from My Mind

which is My Body

will be The Explosion

We have been waiting for

while I sleep

in My Unsettled Bed

waiting for The Shower

of Silver Lights

to be



Listening to Future Islands 8:25pm

One night

an eternity ago

when I was young with My Brother

alive, yet within the walls

of Our Psychiatric Unit

He gave Me a white carnation

& a red rose & said

I was The Rose — I asked Him

to join Me in the morning

in My Pink Bedspread-ed Room

to make the announcement

to Our tall psychiatrist:

as I took Howard’s hand

I pronounced to Dr Chandler

“We are The Second Coming of Christ”

and he, that very tall man

with the booming voice

walked out


The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 4:11pm

I just saw A Star

of red

against a sky

of cloud

It came at a specific thought

when I wondered

if I had said

— oh what was that?

if I had said —


The Hawk Kitchen 12:45pm

In The Bargain Shop

where I bought 2 pairs

of rowing shorts

I heard a skinny witch cackle

“It’s cold enough in here

to kill Ya –”

Then She appeared in

My Rear View Mirror

in the drive-thru for a McDonald’s coffee

sitting with an angelic niece or daughter?

in an old brown pick-up


The Hawk Corner Room 8:17am

Is that a dramatic bank of fog

or illuminated low-lying cloud

out across My Calm Horizon?

It tapers off

to the south

is thickest to the north

& how I wonder

what weather

it has in store


The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 5:05pm

I am living every woman’s dream

with 2 handsome husbands

& a lover in the wings —

I can make bread pudding

to save the birds from My Cooking

I can sit in My Grandmother’s Wrought Iron Chair

to look at The Sea,

My Pristine Blue Horizon

& remember what She said when I was a child:

“Someday Joge, You are going to make some man

very happy”