The Hawk Outpost 9:48am
There Was A Title
On My Mother’s Shelves:
Munching On Existence*
I Bite My Apple
As I Look Out
Favouring No Resistance
*Robert A. Raines
The Hawk West Desk Window 11:30am
There’s A Boy
in My Basement —
I saw Him standing on My Red Rug
holding a big brown Limited Edition
of Gulliver’s Travels
tucked under His Chin
with His Beguiling Look
He told Me It was His Favourite
of All His Books
I found My Voice
in Chapters today
rising from the Well–Being section
My Voice was heard
above a wall of five stacks
–counted for My Husband–
demanding
“What Does Well–Being
MEAN?”
Joanna Gilman Hyde 