Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Month: June, 2018

Fountain of Youth

The silhouette of My Scraggly Apple

with Its new three leaves

looks like the edging

on some of My Paintings:

blobs of lichen and lines —

drips carried

off by the end

of a paint stick


Eye wake before the sun is up

I go to bed before it’s down —

am I following the path of light

or is it following Me?

Early Morning Moon

Eye watched The Moon

escape The Clouds —

the veil of its delicate


to be released

above My Bowl of pink

and gold beneath

the accent of its reach —

only to disappear amidst

the haze of upper



We are seen

in relation to Others:

Our Friends

Our Relatives

and We go

about Our Lives

under the illusion

of Security

Over Baccaro

My sun emerging:

opposite of dead ember —

new flare of all life

Morning Window

My watery moon:

Halo of condensation

seeps through my dawning

This Is Me, Chagall!


know nothing about music

but know what Eye like

This Afternoon

Eye lay on the beach sand

alone on My Aqua Towel

face down to hear the waves

with The Sun on My Back

and re-named My Painting



“Nova Scotia”

Gully Speaks

Gully The 3rd is trained

to speak His Mind:

He says “breakfast”

for a piece

of cheese or bacon

& Eye can see

His Thinking

in His Eyes

Lydia’s Birthday

What’s it worth

to fuck Dr Blair

on the beach —

I am too good for that

and He has another

girlfriend anyway —

so why would Eye want

to get My Crack

full of sand?