I AM
The Hawk Queen Bed 8:00am
I Am Your Black Jesus
I Am The Silver Christ
flashing hot with menopause
sleep-deprived from letting Astro out @ 5:00
waking Eliza for school @ 6:30
making coffee for My Husband @ 7:00
Joanna Gilman Hyde
"Good Morning, World!"
Tag: daughter
December 31, 2012
PORTRAIT
The Tomato-coloured Couch 8:25pm
She stood in Our Family Room
Entry Way
8 feet tall in platform pink stilettos
dark mini & worked-on hair
straight
asking for a ride
to the beginning of Her Partying
equipped with a little one-shot bottle
of Black Crown Royal
I gave Her with Her Roses
on Christmas Eve —
now It’s New Year’s
She’s out in The Wind
messing up Her Hair
as She climbs into My Escape
& climbs out at a Black Dodge Ram 1500:
Her Trophy Legs are all I can see
disappearing down Her Boyfriend’s Drive
December 31, 2012
2012 in review
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.
December 24, 2012
MY CHRIST WISH
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
December 16, 2012
HAVEN
The Hawk Hallway 5:10pm
Why turn to an opalescent sky
for the answer to Our Eternal Question
WHY?
Why renounce My American Citizenship
fearful of being found out
as a culprit of 911
as a proud New Canadian since 1995
living in Peace & Security
with no plans to go back
to visit friends & relatives
in The Beleaguered US of A?
Why watch CNN
to see Obama
commiserate
with the survivors
of fallen children?
Why live next door
to a massive giant
of woe & destruction
for the sake of a spit of sand
where I may walk in private?
Why?
Because I ended up here —
is it that simple?
Because I had The Dream
of “Being A Famous Artist
Living In Nova Scotia”
where now I am tied
to My Property
Progeny
One or Two Husbands —
where is My Dream taking Me Now?
It’s A Haven
With Glass Walls
December 14, 2012
BREAKTHROUGH
The Hawk Queen Bed 9:22am
I PUSHED THE CERAMIC HEAD
I MADE
OF A DARK HAIRED LADY
HELD UP IN A DREAM
TO THE BACK SIDE OF A THIN OLD GYP-ROCK WALL
I PUSHED HER FRONTAL FEATURES FIRST
ALL THE WAY THROUGH
TO HER INTRICATE HAIR LINE
SO THAT THE PATTERN OF HER FACE
EMERGED FROM THE CRUMBLE
ON THE OTHER SIDE
WHERE MY DAUGHTER WAS STANDING
TO RECEIVE HER
INTACT
December 7, 2012
PRECIOUS
The West Desk Window 9:00pm
This Evening My Daughter drove off
with Her Boyfriend Tyler
against a backdrop of sunset
gold & amethyst
like My Mother’s antique ring
worn by Eliza for the first time
— She asked if She could wear It —
said She would keep It
in a blue velvet box at night
& that They’d be back from Halifax
on Sunday
Joanna Gilman Hyde 