Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Month: July, 2018

My Blue Ribbon Man

Eye have seen Him New

in the subtle light

of Directness

with My Confrontation dissolved

He can be Mine Now

with features softened

He is handsome always

in Blue

like those Eyes Eye Love

He Says The Affair Is Over

Is This The Oldest Line In The Book?

Before Coffee

There is nothing romantic

about The Sexual Power Play.

I am under His Control

and Eye don’t like it.

Eye am an egg

sitting here

and He is the forceful sperm.

I have no choice but to wait

for Him

and Eye don’t like it.

Who has put Me

in this vulnerable position?


Today’s Summer

Today’s Summer

is The One Eye Choose

of Silver Robes

& Black Bathing Suits

tripping through the heated fog

of Our Hawk Beach

to South Side

where fighting lovers

meet with chaperons

to win back

the sultry longing

exuded by Their Latest


The Moncton Thing

There was a time —

boy was it a time —

when I was sent

to the heights

of sexual gratification

in a Holiday Inn

in Moncton, New Brunswick

without the face of a man


What is the allure

of The Lime Green

Prom Dress?


Add a carrot

& You’ve got

Flaming June

Breathing Deeply

What is the significance

of the smell of a worn tee shirt

worn one night

by an estranged husband?

The smell of comfort?


The smell of sex?


The smell of age?


The smell of possession?




The Art of Sexual Frustration

Eye have a Doctor

in My Bed

and nice to Me

He is not —

He sleeps & sleeps

upon His Head

which I could grab —

is He Hot?


Oh Yes He Was Great —

The Great Man

that He Thinks He Is —

He Satisfied My Every Desire

and repeated himself


Fantasy Cut

Eye have My Princess Dress

in Lime Green Satin

sequined of course

with exposed crinoline lining

in multiple layers —

It was for Some Girl’s Prom

but Eye will make of It what I will:

Sex On A Hilltop

in The High Meadow Grass