Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

“American Bombshell”

Above Her Title

The Creative Genius Stands

Beyond Her Profanity

Assault w/ a Weapon

Eye have in my possession

the implement of destruction:

the blue and white iron

belonging to My First Husband

wielded by His Former Live-in Girlfriend

a dancer

to whack Him on His Hip

while hot

to leave a permanent scar

of polka dots

and The Man’s Story

of “Bad PMS”

Sunday Morning

Eye can have My Church

here, hear upon The Beach

I can walk, wake with The Birds

in the social structure of solitude

in the company of Life

Eye can shine with The New Sun


Eye asked my husband

if I was a creative

genius — he said “No.”