The Hawk West Window
October 10, 2024
10:55 am
40 Years Ago Today
Eye Stood On The Most Visible Rooftop
In The World
2 Sign M(eye) Painting
Self Organizing Galaxy
In Black —
Eye Stood In Black, Alone
As Eye Am Now
40 Years Later
October 5, 2024
Eye Live On The Furthest Point South
of Atlantic Canada:
The Hawk, Cape Sable Island
& If Eye Moved
Out 2 The Highway, Say
Eye Would Be Home
15 Minutes Sooner
McDonalds, Barrington Passage
September 24, 2024
4:43 pm
Happiness Is The Way You Feel
One Day 2 The Next
One Hour 2 The Next
& So Eye Treated M(eye) Self
2 A Pedicure
& was asked if Eye wanted
A Manicure —
So Eye Said
“Eye Have The Time —
Yes, Eye Will Have One”
& Had M(eye) Nails
Toes & Hands
Painted Pink
In Honour
of M(eye) Very Special Friend:
Darlene Louisa Winfield Rennehan
NOTE: Had not had a manicure or pedicure in at least ten years.
The Tomato-coloured Couch
September 21, 2024
11:15 am
Eye Danced
In M(eye) Spacious Living Room
2 An Audience
of 1 Siamese Cat
& 1 Fly
while M(eye) Omelette Sat
temporarily abandoned
In The Confines
of M(eye) Small Dining Room
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost
September 17, 2024
Would Eye Miss
The Dewy Spider Webs
luffing outside M(eye) Kitchen Sink?
Would Eye Miss
The Scraggly Apple
written about in earnest
decades ago?
Would Eye Miss
The 3 Remaining Cats
without Their Litter Box
& made to go outside?
Would Eye Miss
M(eye) Art Plastered
On M(eye) Walls —
M(eye) Furniture?
The Radio Playing
The French Station
Out of Moncton?
The Waves?
Eye Know Eye Would Miss
The Waves.
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost
Friday The 13th of September 2024
40 Years Ago Eye Stood
On The Rooftop
of #5 World Trade Center
Painting A Giant Multicoloured Spiral
& Where Am Eye Today?
Alone In M(eye) House
On Cape Sable Island
In Nova Scotia —
The Place of M(eye) Dreams
of M(eye) Mother’s Dreams
& Eye Am Planning 2 Show
The Memorabilia of Self Organizing Galaxy
for The Month of October
at Th’Yarc in Yarmouth
where ONE Person might read through
The Letters, Press Releases & Articles
Framed & Hanging
NOTE: There will be no show at Th’Yarc — M(eye)Theory that Self Organizing Galaxy had something to do with the bombing in February of 1993 and the downing of the towers at 9/11, is too controversial an idea for Th’Yarc.
The Duck Pond
Barrington Passage, NS
Late Afternoon
There’s A Very Little House
4 Sale In The Heart
Of Barrington Passage
Right Next 2 CIBC
& The Post Office.
It’s A Stroll Away
From The Duck Pond
In Front Of The Library
Where Eye Am Sitting Now
Enjoying The Fountain
While The Ducks R Nestled
On The Bank
Beside The Traffic
Which Is The Vitality
Of This Place Eye Call Home
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost
September 4, 2024
M(eye) Painter Friend in Bridgewater
is daring Me 2 write
another poem, This One
about walking 2 The Superstore
in Yarmouth —
Eye love 2 walk
(when Eye have a destination)
& will walk, maybe, in The Dead
of Winter
2 get small amounts of groceries
for M(eye) New House
on Cumberland Street
in The Heart of Downtown Yarmouth —
M(eye) Newest of Homes
NOTE: This was written at an unsure time when Eye was mometarily considering moving from The Hawk.
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost
September 4, 2024
Eye Am Thinking of Moving
to Yarmouth —
The Very Western End
of The Province
where The Slogan
“ON THE EDGE OF EVERYWHERE”
rings true.
Eye would Live In Town
in a house Eye am 2 look at
on Friday
where Eye would store M(eye) Paintings
in a concrete basement
& display a few
from a glassed-in front porch.
Eye would have to get a job
& live A New Single Life
where Eye do have some new friends
& where Eye volunteer
in 2 Arts Organizations —
Eye might even get rid of M(eye) Car
& Walk 2 The Superstore. . .
written July 29th, 2024
Today I traveled by boat, with my son at the helm, with my friend from the French Shore, out to McNutt’s Island, where I had not set foot in probably fifteen years. We walked the centre road — now a grassy lane — to the former Cape Roseway Light Station: a distance south of several kilometers bisecting the island’s wilderness, through sun-dappled shade where we rested twice. We finally glimpsed the 77 foot-high concrete edifice of what used to be the very important light house manned by three families in the 60’s and 70’s (then automated in the 80’s).
Our wooded trail opened out to a field of ungrazed grass grown up high — the island sheep had been removed too, several years ago — leaving the grass to billow around the concrete foundations of demolished houses and sheds and barns long ago meticulously painted red and white. The seeded grass formed a sea of faded gold and as my son explained that yes, the light itself had been dismantled (he didnt know when), a multi-colored helium balloon wafted into view from who knows where or how far off. It undulated over the waving grass and I ran like a child to catch it:
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU
Joanna Gilman Hyde 