Joanna Gilman Hyde

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Month: July, 2020

My Grandfather’s Voice

What is it about

the muted proclamations of the surf *

that eye find so soothing

so fulfilling and life-giving?

They are the sound of Eternity Itself

and I bathe and bask in their heralding

* Anchorage Northeast by Howard T. Walden, page 254

Munching On Existence

For my breakfast

Eye have eaten the green grapes

meant for my X husband

and I have feasted upon

The Silver Light

playing across —

saturating the ocean

before me

Star Quantity

Aeons ago eye read somewhere

that more stars exist than all the grains of sand

on all the beaches of this Earth

and aeons ago eye wrote somewhere

that eye did not believe this statement

I believe the stars are finite

but are forever forever changing

transforming into ourselves


Bought this canvas from the UFO museum in Shag Harbour yesterday — it was “mall art” thinking eye would embellish it butt didnt have the right found objects so early this morning eye started opening cans of old paint and this happened!


Eye finished a “painting”

down in my studio

and thought to walk on the beach

alone before supper

but as eye locked my door

and stepped down from my portico

the fog spread closer

chasing me back

into my interior