Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Month: June, 2017


The Hawk West Desk Window 7:00am

Eye can “C” that view

in the morning haze

and love it


with its multitudinous islands

at low, prehistoric tides

Eye can absorb the new sun


The New Testament Baptist Church

and in the foreground

Eye can appreciate

an exotic pink cherry tree

in flower for the first time


M(eye) Bedroom 9:30pm

I traversed to close a shade

across the horrid shit I made

I swore to Me the dawn was best

I made a pact to sort the rest

I saw instead a patch of red

beyond the sky I now would dread

It caught Me tight

to keep the light

of new ignition

and now My Fight

My Daughter Fair

M(eye) Hawk Bedroom 5:00pm

My Daughter hates My Signature

She is My Calling Card

conceived in My Mind

without the help

of That Father-figure


She is blond and fabulous

Working now for

Our Canadian Coast Guard

sleeping with Her Port Hole

one foot above the water



The Hawk Kitchen 4:45pm

Eye nudged Its thinness

with M(eye) Right Toe

there immersed in a galaxy

of seaweed, seashells and sand —

Eye picked It up

with M(eye) Left Fingertips

to turn It in M(eye) Hand

revealing the fleur-de-lys pattern

of Man-made