The Hawk Kitchen 7:45pm
Tonight when I went out in The Dark
to scrape a dinner plate for The Crows
I heard the distinct honking of geese
somewhere below the constellation of Orion
— the only constellation I recognize
beside The Big Dipper —
Oh, I didn’t tell You —
a few days ago — no, December 22nd —
I met one of the nurses from The Psych Unit
in the bakery section of MY Sobey’s
— it was One Who doled out bedtime pills —
She could barely say hello
The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2012 annual report for this blog.
Here’s an excerpt:
600 people reached the top of Mt. Everest in 2012. This blog got about 4,100 views in 2012. If every person who reached the top of Mt. Everest viewed this blog, it would have taken 7 years to get that many views.
The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:22pm
I Am The Silver-Black Crow
Eating My Heart Out
Pecking My Skull
“Let Me Out”
“Let Me Out”
–
Curl Up My Sleek Feathers
Gather My Dark Wings Together
Like Hands In Prayer
“Away With Me”
“Away”
The Hawk Kitchen 10:22am
SHARP SILVER-BLACK CROW
NIBBLES MY WHITE HEART NIGHTLY
STABS MY HEAD DAILY
The Hawk Kitchen 4:55pm
I Have Thrown The Heart Of Humanity
Out To The Crow
Of My Desire
He’s Not Black But Silver
He Has Swooped Down
Into My Heart
To Eat The Remains
Of Me
The Tomato-coloured Couch 2:22pm
I want to draw out
Humanity’s Heart
Feed It to The Black Crows
Hungry
flying against the wind
outside My Kitchen Glass Doors
–
I want to sit underneath My Tree
My Scraggly Apple
out in My Pro-life Underwear
in snow flurries
Come Inside
to know the warmth
of My Living Room
with Eliza’s Long-stemmed Coral Roses
clipped & vased
The Hawk Kitchen 2:22pm
INTRODUCING NEW
DISCIPLINE FOR HUNGRY FAITH:
OLD BREAD FED TO CROWS
Joanna Gilman Hyde 