October 15th, 2025
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost
7:00 am
2 Lights on M(eye) Horizon
w/ a 3rd way over 2 The East
@ The Break of Dawn —
The Sky is low
w/ an orange streak
@ The Waterline —
Eye can see The Lights pulsate
1 near, 1 far
& The 1 over 2 The East
is stable, stationary
fainter behind The Scrub Spruce
silhouetted
in the fore
October 1st, 2025
Campeche Mexico
10:30 am
Up before Eliza at 7:00 am
I raked the leaves
around her pool
in preparation for our departure
& rather than try to squeeze
my sweating hips & boobs
into the new bathing suit
she bought me at the Mexican Walmart
I took off my clinging nightshirt
& stepped bare-assed
into her cool solution
September 23rd, 2025
Campeche, Mexico
12:20 pm
Her older face was broad
& brown
w short graying hair
chopped off in back
in rows close to her head —
She wore a red tee shirt dress
w brocade in black
around her bodice
w a rhinestone enclosure
missing most of its stones —
Her smile was full
as She talked openly
to Eliza, glancing at me:
how dark-haired women
want blond hair
& blonds want dark —
I wanted to photograph
this authentic relic
of a Mexican Woman
but Eliza discouraged me
explaining that it might seem as if
I would be making a spectacle
September 19, 2025
Campeche, Mexico
9:08 am
I’ve taken to a morning swim
short breast strokes in Eliza’s pool
before my breakfast of guacamole
from her tree of avocados
that may or may not
fall cracked into a chlorine bath —
after yesterday’s swim I watched
fascinated
as a herd of tiny ants
moved a tiny dead lizard
from one corner to another
eventually dropping the carcass down
the far side of the pool’s flat edge —
I watched each ant
exchange the weight
of tail, legs, torso
frantically in step
latched onto their precious load —
me caring not to witness
the lizard’s final destination
after the drop of what must have seemed
a cliff-side fall
onto surrounding gravel
where all hell broke loose
as the team of tiny ants
scattered, retreated
& I gave up my watch
September 18th, 2025
Campeche, Mexico
8:09 am
I just attempted to squish
a mosquito
noticed in Eliza’s bedroom
visible against her walls of Chikoom
(or however you spell it)
& landed my aim
precisely clapping the bug
mid air
only to open my grip
& have her, the mosquito,
fly quickly unsquooshed
down the little shadowed hall
to Eliza’s open bath
The Hawk Deck
September 13th, 2025
8:47 am
Eye sit in The Stillness
of M(eye) clear & quiet Morning
w a flying insect
positioning Himself
@ the level of M(eye) Hat —
He Hovers — I’ve seen Him
rub His dangling legs together
perhaps in glee
before zooming off
only 2 return
2 examine Me
The Hawk Deck
September 13th, 2025
8:00 am
Gully’s Chick, His Offspring
is alone on M(eye) Backyard Grass
bleating His squeaky bleat
full grown butt brown.
He’s been on The Deck
several times already,
eating Gully’s Baked Beans for Breakfast
butt today He’s on His Own,
as Eye am
alone with no Parents
too far grown into Life
2 be in Their Company.
September 2nd, 2025
The Hawk Deck
10:40 am
Eye live alone on a Magnificent Island
like M(eye) Mother did
on McNutt’s Island
in Shelburne Harbour —
only this place —
The Hawk, Cape Sable Island —
is @ The End of The Earth
(nearly)
The Furthest Point South
in Eastern Canada:
a long line of beach
w/ low scrub spruce
alders & ferns
stretching down
into The Atlantic
complete w/ M(eye) House of Art
The Scraggly Apple
Gully The 3rd
& 3 elderly Cats
leftover
from a now abandoned
marriage
August 23rd, 2025
The Hawk Deck
10:45 am
This Morning Eye Drank
In The Luminescence
of Our Atlantic,
calm apres Erin
no chop — no wind
butt surf before
M(eye) Diamond Lights
of Silver —
Eye Drank It All In
through 4 cups of Tea,
until The Sun moved off
behind the neighbour’s rooftops.
August 18th, 2025
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost
7:40 am
Eye see M(eye) Self
in Teal Silk
w/ Black Brocade
holding a Dove, or Gull
of White
standing w/ hair outstretched
before it goes grey
(M(eye) hair is not yet grey)
& Eye am not a Crazy Cat Lady
butt a Bird Woman
Joanna Gilman Hyde 