Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"


The Hawk Kitchen 5:09pm

After 22 years I might as well

admit to “having a mental illness”

yes — mental illness

with the name “Bi-polar” given to Me

by today’s very nice Doctor

from the Caribbean

— A Woman Who, taking thought, pronounced Me

“talented and complicated”

and smiled Her Very Nice Smile

and wrote out Her Prescription


The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 4:55pm

The newness of snow

adheres to Our Scrub Spruce

now illuminated by a setting sun

The Sky is full

of clouds of grace

set too by the light

going deeper, fuller, bluer

over slate-grey


engulfed by clouds

of weight


The Hawk Queen Bed 9:47am

When I paint My Staircase

glossy black

to lead up to My Canvas

titled “I Poured Out

My Black Heart”

I will be laying

the foundation

of sky on steps

to highlight the wafting

cat hair galaxies

stray stars

of dust

& every trace

of human