Joanna Gilman Hyde

January 27th, 2026

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost

7:30 am

The Radio is off —

not by deliberation

butt The Habit of It

was declined This Morning

as Eye choose now 2 sit

in the silence of my purring fridge

w a cat, Molly

on the ottoman here

& Jerome, The Convalescent

on my Tomato-coloured Couch

& Moulan in Palliative Care

secured in the downstairs bathroom

unaware of Her Final Stage —

my left leg is uncomfortable

after a 3-week old diagnosis

of osteoarthritis in my hips —

I do not believe in getting old

& prefer instead

2 gaze through the unfrosted

Sliding Glass Door

here in M(eye) Hawk Kitchen Outpost

2 The Scraggly Apple tips

encased in fuzzy ice

looking like reindeer antlers

January 22nd, 2026

The Hawk Slipper Chair

5:26 am

Eye have dreamt of  A Baby —

A Musical Baby

He mimicked My Googely Voice

My Cooing Voice

My Silly Voice.

I found Him in a blue terry sleeper

lying smiling on a floor

I carefully, so carefully picked Him up

I put Him 2 My Left Shoulder

& We played A Game of Music

He responded 2 any sound I made

& I delighted in Him

My Baby.

I fed Him

from My Left Breast

& He played w My Hair

w His Left Hand

silhouetted against

gleaming streaks of gold

waving in a magical Light

as We moved.

January 1st, 2026

The Tomato-coloured Couch

10:05 am

Gold stands & stoops

picking up the dropped Coat Check Ticket

w stiff hips —

hanging New Year’s guests’ outer wear

w long & heavy Gold Necklace

worn by Her Mother every Xmiss Eve

accompanied by a nearly 24 karat

Gold Starfish @ Her High-collared Throat

w 3- buttoned back —

(buttons in Gold)

Hair bunned up w Gold Barrette

dangling Gold Rings from earlobes

in a black dress flecked w sparks

of antiquated Gold —

Let’s move into SILVER

as Eye have been preaching

since The Light of God

befell Me

In Its Mutitudinous Streaks

on March 31st, 1993