Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

My House Is Calling

My House is calling

Me from room to room

Tonight I will sleep

in Its Corner

with The Peepers

and The Waves

@ My Head

and Eliza’s Horse Blanket

on top

Humbled By A House?

If I had been housed

in a glass dome

on the beach

Yes, I would have thrown stones

at  My Captor —

I am now released, almost

in My Own Home

as congested as it is

with art on the walls

floor to ceiling

lining Me with protection

that I may reclaim

My True Self


Art Report

Painting “Butt Ugly”:

glitter stuck to Its Cow Flops

first seen today lit