Joanna Gilman Hyde

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-collard 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

December 26th, 2025

The Tomato-coloured Couch

5:55 pm

If Eye had M(eye) Maria

Where would She be?

Perhaps @ a dance

Under a tree —

Or Eye would be hugging Her

Loving Her as Mine —

She was M(eye) Beautiful 2nd Daughter

She is Spirit —

(butt that’s Not Fine)

December 25, 2025

The Tomato-coloured Couch

11:20 am

As light snow falls

& music plays

& cats sleep

& candles burn

Eye am already

in Heaven

December 21st, 2025

The Tomato-coloured Couch

5:18 pm

As of Today’s Sermon

@ the humble Southside Church

Jesus is Real 2 Me

As if for The 1st Time

May I Heal

My Physical Afflictions

(there are no Spiritual ones)

December 4th, 2025

The Tomato-coloured Couch

5:50 am

Eye wonder if Pappy knew

that someday Eye would inherit

His Rosewood Chair

carved in Birmingham, Alabama

by a one-eyed black man —

could Pappy have known

that in December of 2025

Eye would sit in M(eye) re-vamped Livingroom

looking @ the double-carved arm rests

thinking of The Game He played

of The Little Man

starting @ the top of The Roses

& walking down, finger by finger

2 stop @ the tips

of the concave arm rests

2 gaze around, 2 look —

finger by finger

for The Little Girl lying on the floor

@ Pappy’s feet

ecstatic in anticipation

waiting for The Little Man 2 fly

2 launch Himself off The Wooden Cliff

tickling Me as He Landed?

November 28th, 2025

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost

7:00 am

A Silver Light of Dawn

behind the overcast of sky

heralds the lobster fishing boats

spot-lighting M(eye) wide horizon

sweeping along the 180 degree arc

of Atlantic

like a strung-out necklace

of glinting orbs

dotting M(eye) view

of Brilliance

November 25, 2025

The Hawk Slipper Chair

5:26 am

Eye just took a spider

(a Daddy Long Legs really)

from a lower corner of M(eye) Hallway

& threw Him out

into The Darkness

into the moderate cold

in order 2 survive

(rather than smashing Him)

Butt will He survive —

jarred into a new existence

of outdoor living —

November 13, 2025

The Hawk Dining Room

7:50 am

2 write of mediocrity

even for a sunrise

seems fraught w/ the assurance

of mediocre writing —

too sparse was the salmon pink

its star — planet — clouded over —

no clouds were highlighted in gold

except for when the sun

eventually came up

behind the upper branches

of my neighbours’ one living tree

— leafless —

Eye did however catch the sun’s glimmer

as Eye sat outside 2 watch that morning phenomenon

w/ my cup of — you guessed it —

tepid tea

November 9th, 2025

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost

6:00 am

Eye prefer not 2 delve

into “Mysteries of The Universe” —

if Eye see a planet

Eye don’t really care

which one it’s named.

Eye do not care about

commets or asteroids

(or galaxies for that matter) —

Eye prefer instead

2 stick closer 2 Home —

2 be enthralled by The Sea

My Accented* Sunrises —

My daily placement here

on This Planet Eye Love.

*This morning I watched intently as the horizon went from deep orange to a light gold & there was a star — really a planet — which I focussed on for the duration, until it finally disappeared just before My Pot of Gold rose from its deepest of blue.