April 10, 2025
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost
8:26 am
Eye can see The Diamond of Light
embedded within The Crystal Decanter
Stop
placed by Me on the window sill
of M(eye) Hawk Kitchen Outpost —
All That Is Left
from that hand-blown wine vessel
broken by Me
22 Million Years Ago
April 6, 2025
The Hawk Queen Bed
6:15 am
Eye Have Weighted @ Least
One Zillion Years
2 Lay A Stone
On The Grave Of M(eye) Cat
& Now Eye Realize
Eye Have The Choice
Of 2 Black Cut Stones
Leftover From Weighing Down
STRATOSPHERIC UNIVERSE Circa 2017
(which blew apart anyway) —
1 Trapezoidal Thick Black Stone
Rests Still On The Southeast Corner
Of M(eye) Front Yard Canvas
While The 2nd Shiny Black Stone —
Just Thought Of Now —
(in M(eye) 64th year)
Lays Flat, Wider
Against The Southeast Corner
Of M(eye) Hawk House
Here, Where A Flower Bed
Never Got Made
& Just Saw A Bird
Land On The Top
Of A Singular Scrub Spruce
Framed Between The Left & Right
Branches Of M(eye) Scraggly Apple —
The Bird Was A Crow
Who Cawwed 3 Times
Before He Flew Off —
Inside To Write
Eye Got To The Part
Where Eye Went Back Out
W/ Journal & Pen
To Add The Close Sounds
Of Ocean, Other Birds
& Stood Again
In View Of The Scraggly Frame
To See & Hear
A Crow Land Again
To Repeat His Refrain
Sitting On A Rock
Drawn Through Black Crayon
By Pubescent Me
Taped 2 M(eye) Mother’s Refrigerator
In Valley Cottage:
Profiled In Colour
Under The Black Overlay —
She Gazed @ The Sea
As Eye Do Now
From M(eye) Sun-filled Corner Room
On Cape Sable Island
Over 50 Years Later
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost
March 23, 2025
After 8:00 am
Eye Held Onto A Dream —
M(eye) Nova Scotia Dream —
For 32 Years.
This March 31st It Becomes
32 Years :
The Shower of Silver Lights —
The Little Man —
& Where Has It Gotten Me?
Alone In M(eye) Kitchen —
@ Least Eye Have A Kitchen
W/ Sun Streaming In —
Gulls Outside —
Where Did They Go? — Oh,
Here They Are —
Settling In Beside The Scraggly Apple
& The Cats?
Where Are The Cats?
Here Comes Molly —
& The Art?
Eye Am Surrounded B(eye)
M(eye) Art — Eye Just Read
Bird Shadows
Wherein The Narrator Admits
@ Least She Has Her Art
@ Age 37 —
Eye Will Be 64
On Canadian Tax Day.
March 21, 2025
The Hawk Queen Bed
The Middle of The Night
Eye Laughed @ The World —
It Didn’t Help.
Eye Laughed HA HA — HA!!
2 Show That God Is Sardonic
Afterall
Butt Only M(eye) Daughter Heard Me
Taped Me
Took Me 2 The Hospital
Because Eye Was Unable 2 Have Her
Understand
“Things R Not Sequential” —
She May Have Gotten
Goldilocks & The 3 Bears
Is The Worst Fairy Tale:
Signifying The Regulation
Of Something As Mundane As Oatmeal —
We Have Made Our Food
Into High-end Art
In Order 2 Make It Appealing —
Appalling.
Eye Was Appalled — HA HA — HA!!
(Probably Journal # 86)
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost
March 14, 2025
Time No Longer Exists
(Except On The Oven Clock, 7:19 am)
@ Dawn On This Newest Of Days
W/ Molly Rubbing The Upper Right Hand Pages —
Eye Sit Upright
In M(eye) Grandmother’s Wrought Iron Chair
2 Recall The Earliest Blush
Of Pink, Rose, Vermillion
Captured In M(eye) M(eye)nd
Minutes Ago
Against The Silhouetted Line
Of Scrub Spruce
Eye Have Come 2 Favour
Bounding M(eye) Back Property
Devoid Of Any Trees Eye Own
W/ The Exception Of M(eye) Beloved
Scraggly Apple, Barkless Now —
Never 2 Be Cut Down.
Oh Gully Has Just Landed
On His Deck Rail —
Snow White His Head
& Bulbous Body
W/ Little Feathers Luffing —
Oh Eye Love Him So —
w/ Jerome On M(eye) Lap
Eye Watched Gully’s New Girl
Now Named Princess
Land On The Deck
To Try Her Hand
@ What Was Left 2 Be Had
From Gully’s Little White Bowl:
After Approaching w/ Caution
She Got Her Delicate Fill
As Gully Preened Himself
@ The Base Of The Scraggly Apple
& Jerome Got His Fill
Of Delicate Caressing
M(eye) Beautiful Gully
w/ His Now Snowy Countenance
Is Paired Up Again
w/ Another Gull Slightly Smaller
Who Came 2 The Deck
For A Speck Of Cat Food —
Butt Gully Pecked Her Head
As She Went For The Little White Bowl —
What Does She Get
Out Of Her Side
Of The Relationship?
If Eye Had The Wherewithall
Eye Would Feed Every Gull
Bacon For The Massses
As The Fishing/Lobstering Industry
May Be On Its Last Legs
Joanna Gilman Hyde 