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

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 —