Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"


Yesterday Eye saw the face

of My X close up

perhaps for the last time.

His eyes had faded

His skin was gaunt

His hair thin & straight —

Eye didn’t like him.

Today For Easter

Today For Easter

Eye wrote on Facebook

“He Is Risen”

can be interpreted as

Morning Erection.

Eye dressed in floor-length silk

with stippled leopard print, pale

like the blonde fur coat, vintage

Eye wore with gold dangly earrings

given to My Mother by My Father

in Africa —

Eye only wished Eye could have crashed

My X’s Easter Dinner Party

& would have done so gleefully

if only Eye knew which trailer

He was in.

“Then Why Did You Do It, Joanna?”

Why did Eye send out

one hundred and fifty

hand-made invitations

to a wedding Eye didn’t want?

Standing trembling by a girthy tree

in a Doctor’s back yard —

Eye have no memory

of taking His Hand —

Eye have no memory of Him

at the reception

as Eye sat beside My Cake

with no memory of taking a bite

while My Father served punch

at My Behest

Unsavoury Time Span

Eye wake to write

of the boy with dirty neck

who put a dime

in my 4th grade desk

and tried to give me

one breathy kiss —

now to be invited

by an old old man

with teeth of brown

(if he has any left)

to accompany him

to The Lions Hall



Eye do not have a significant other

Eye do not have a partner, husband

boyfriend or lover

Eye have my friends male & female

my two living children, a dead brother

Eye do not have My Mother

and dreampt of Her in Jordan Bay

at The House Eye cleaned

over red Chinese rugs with a fire

where Eye decided to stay

April Fool’s Day

Thirty years ago today

The Doctor came into M(eye) Room.

Eye asked Him What Had Happened To Me

and This is What He Said:

“You won’t find anything about This

in medical text books

but Some People

Who have had these kinds of Experiences

are called SEERS.”

The Shower of Silver Lights

M(eye) Shower of Silver Lights

can never be deminished

try as You might

to say It came from sleep deprivation

four days after M(eye) Mother died —

say It was an hallucination

(technically It was that — but so much MORE)

It came from M(eye) Brain —

but the trigger?

Eye never could have drempt It up

not like Eye foresaw M(eye) Daughter

before She was conceived —

Eye could never have imagined

The Pulsating Spears

The Inexorable Vision

crashing down around Me

from a cathedral ceiling —

What Pray Tell

was Its Source??

Where O Where?

For a dozen years

Eye possessed My Imperial Cat

Big & Black

But Where Is He Now?

Oh Eye know where His Body Lies —

He was buried by My Daughter Eliza

on the top of a hill

by a river bank

in Port Clyde —


Time Is A Human Construct

On This Eve

of The 30th Anniversary

of My Mother’s Death

Eye reconcile loss

in the form of 2 Daughters:

Born of Death

Born of Light

Born of Miss-under-standing

One Blonde & One Dark

One thriving on Time & Money

One killed prematurely on The Morning

marked March 27th, 1997

One Who questions costume bling

on My Left Ring Finger

One Who is marked

by The Heart of Gold

on My Right —

One named Eliza —

One named Maria —

These 2 Daughters O’Mine

recount the hours, decades lost

from these 30 years

this half of My Life so far

on the way to the next third —

They grow with Me


Eliza already fretting

about “aging”

Maria ageless —

Eye carry Them, heavy

but worth every ounce

Gully Has A New Girlfriend

Gully has A New Girlfriend

at least that’s what Eye think

She is

He sits with Her by The Scraggly Apple

& flies to The Deck Rail

to be offered a piece of deli ham

but repeatedly flies back down

to His slightly smaller compatriot

as if to say to Me:

Now feed Her too