Joanna Gilman Hyde

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Attention!!

My soon-to-be-X

recently messaged

My Daughter Eliza

that he would like to see Me

“left twisting in the wind –”

well there’s a storm tonight

and Eye am here by My Self

cozy in My Bed

with The Power still on

My House Is Calling

My House is calling

Me from room to room

Tonight I will sleep

in Its Corner

with The Peepers

and The Waves

@ My Head

and Eliza’s Horse Blanket

on top

OCTOBER 15th, 1994

The Hawk West Desk Window 7:54am

She grew up like magic

born yesterday

in an inflatable tub

My Darling Gubba – Goo

turned into A Woman

before I realized My Own

Womanhood

THE JORDAN BAY HOUSE

POST TUB

September 21st, 2016

The Hawk Queen Bed, Near Midnight

Was there ever really an age

of Innocence?

The Lumps of Years

hardly matter anymore —

was it when My Children

were Children?

was it when I was

knocked out every night

on ten milligrams of Olanzapine

not knowing in the morning

if I dreamed?

Today marks Week Fifteen

since I stopped It

at The Site of a Rainbow

and I was going to write

a letter to London, England

to a man I treasured

when I was three —

My Mother’s Lover —

He is old now

and wonders if He’s written

His Last Book —

He takes care of A Man

He Loves — Who has Alzheimer’s —

takes Him when The Man’s Institution

welcomes a break —

I was going to write

that on Week Fourteen

I bleached & bleached

the growing blackness off My Deck

to make It look like driftwood —

It came out looking like that anyway

and My Daughter was proud —

I was going to write

that I replaced the old gold handles

on My Kitchen Cabinets

with wrought-iron-looking ones

picked out by Eliza

and what else did I do today?

I prayed for a dog.

I cooked Day Six

of Our New Ketogenic Diet

resulting from Eliza’s visit

and I believe I am better

off for It — though

I wonder about sleep —

the low carbohydrate level tends to rev Me up

Eliza suggests warm milk

with one tablespoon of honey

at bed time —

should I sleep in Her Room

again?

The Next Morning:

The Hawk Deck 10:17am

I slept with Hunter

not before two o’clock in the morning

and woke with a dream

of being about to meet

The Daughter of The Man

EYE LOVE

I changed Eliza’s sheets —

Her Comforter is hanging out

on the line —

and I heard The Rooster

again

before I got up

to make The Coffee

 

 

 

THE STORY OF A MAP

THE COAST GUARD, Shelburne, N.S., Tuesday, July 20th, 1993 — 1B

SATELLITE ART FOR EXTRATERRESTRIALS

by Harold Hart

Joanna Hyde of Shelburne has

been busy recently in her back-

yard painting the design of a four-

teen point maple leaf on a huge

40 by 30 foot map of Canada.

The fourteen points mark loca-

tions in Labrador and Quebec

where Hyde would like to position

light reflecting surfaces to reflect

star-like points of light in the out-

line of a maple leaf into outer

space.

The large map arrived in Shel-

burne from Ottawa on May 17

where it had been hanging on an

outside wall of the National Arts

Centre.  It was put there by the

Canadian Conference of the Arts

earlier in the year in an effort to

pressure the Federal Govern-

ment to stop cutting funding for

arts programs.  It remained there

until the April 26 budget was

passed.

Joanna learned about the map

from an article in The Chronicle

Herald.  Being interested in what

is called public art – the kind of

art which is large and displayed

outdoors – Joanna decided she

wanted the map.  She contacted

the coordinator of the Canadian

Conference of the Arts and was

told she could have the map if she

would pay the shipping charges.

Joanna agreed and wound up the

new owner for just less than two

hundred dollars.

The map consists of twelve sec-

tions that were circulated to

more than 150 art galleries,

theatres, and schools in each

province where signatures were

affixed to protest government

funding cutbacks for the arts.

Once joined together the pieces

make a huge map of the country

with more than 400,000 signatures

appearing on it…

“Well, what is its weight?”

“Oh, it’s Dead Weight.”

“That’s OK.  I just cremated

My Mother —

She didn’t weigh very much.”

After She painted Her 14-point Maple Leaf

Joanna lay down

and almost died.

She almost died

for years and years.

Long after one husband

cut up the map for tarps

to cover wood piles

at Her First Marital Home

Joanna revived eventually

on poetry and bird song

to find in the Summer of 2016

the abandoned map sections —

one with moss and ferns growing

out of it —

With the help of Her Adult Children

She retrieved three surviving pieces

of The Giant “Ties That Bind

and dragged them across the county

to The East Side of Her Hawk House.

She laid them out

busy in Her Back Yard

hosing and scrubbing a 23-year build up

of Nova Scotia’s Forested Fate

stained and distressed

front and back

to dry in the sun

with the help of a couple of old towels —

not Her Grey One —

there was left no semblance of the configuration

of Canada — only the ghost

of a few red lines

a few patches of indelible signatures

and one partial strip of big black letters

along what must have been

the bottom — in English and French:

…FUNDING FOR ARTS AND CULTURE

She arranged the pieces

some still edged by sturdy grommets —

into what became a nearly perfect square

measuring 27 feet by 23.5 feet:

She had Her Canvas.

She would paint on the BACK.

She folded up the three sections

and with the help of Her Second Husband

She piled Them onto the floor

of The Hawk Utility Room —

the floor She had been using

for Her Most Recent Paintings

and as She writes, She thinks

of building a platform

a stage

perhaps next summer

if there is the same lack of rain

as this one —

She would secure The Triptych

upside down, with the foundation

of Canadian signatures — what’s left of the original

400,000

and setting up Her Gallons of Paint

with broom and hose nearby

She would paint and sweep and hose

Stratosphere of The Universe

 

 

WEEK 13

The Hawk Window Seat 9:30am

THE LAMENT OF A MOTHER

She stood above Us

at the gang plank

of Bluenose II

speaking captivatingly

with a tourist-boat smile

My Son kept asking questions

and I kept listening

shielding My Eyes with My Right Arm

against a hazy sun —

I was there to spend a last afternoon

with Peak before He moves to Haida Gwaii

and as We climbed up

to exit the hull

I lingered still

and still My Son was engaged —

He told Her He was leaving the next day —

They didn’t even have the chance

to exchange names

and We drove away

My Son and I

PART II

Peak went back

to invite The Crew

to a bonfire on the beach

but She wasn’t there —

“The important thing is

I tried”

THE JOY OF A MOTHER

Last Night I saw My Daughter

for the first time again

since She was nine or ten

snuggled back against

The Tomato-Coloured Couch

with Her Blondness down

around Her Face

and Her Smiling Lips

parting over Her Front-tooth Gap

She decided to keep

WEEK 12

The Hawk Deck 8:19am

Twelve weeks ago I took

My Last Pill of Olanzapine

and I am stable as I was meant to be

but have to deal with continued

sleep deprivation —

last night I got 61/2 hours

on 2 mgs of Ativan

which is better than the night before —

Eliza and Jon will see

My Sculpture this morning

as it sits on the kitchen counter

with Its Left Eye closed

and Its Right Eye

in Another World —

The Sun is out

and I have the freshness of September

coming into play

 

WEEK 11

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 4:05pm

Tonight We’re having a dinner party

for My Two Children

My Daughter’s Boyfriend

and a tree-planting friend

I haven’t met.

The Table is set

with Silver and a new package

of steak knives.

I am wearing a new top

bought with Eliza in Yarmouth —

it’s the colour

of Chamomile Tea

drunk from one surviving mug

of My Grandmother’s

served for My Tea

with milk and sugar

after ballet lessons

MY DAUGHTER

The Hawk Queen Bed 9:34pm

Eliza sat out on My Deck

at the glass topped table with Her Music

weighed down by a fossilized snail from B. C.

Her Back was to My Sliding Glass Doors

She played Her Guitar

with Her Very Blond Hair

waving slightly

in the evening air

She didn’t want Me with Her

She said She couldn’t concentrate

and so I looked through

from The Kitchen

at Her Cable Knit Sweater

and tree-planting shoulders arched

over the musical instrument

I bought for Her 13th Birthday