Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"


The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 7:11pm

When I was in Grade Five

at The Sandy Point Consolidated School

there was A Beautiful Dark Haired Girl

who told Us of Her Mother calling

a certain kind of cloud cover

“Mackerel Sky” for

the fillet-shaped fleshy flecks

of the fish I knew so well

from when My Mother used to roll Her Fillets

in flour and “froy them up roight crisp”

in butter served with lemon and parsley


The Hawk Exercise Room:  10:11am

EYE catch The Sun

in My Foetal Pulsating Fingers

as I hold up My Left Leg backwards

My Right Hand comes forward

illuminated and red


The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 7:36am

The Sun has risen

much further North

than I expected

& I am to execute

a sculpture of Hunter’s closest friend

whose eyes are up & open

to the surprise of his

final moment