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December 18, 2012

THE HAWK QUEEN BED 11:55am

If I could say anything right now

anything I wanted — what

would It be?

–

The House is buffeted by a rainstorm

I Am Cosy In My Bed

(to use a phrase of WHB’s)

with tea beside Me

I Am Free

–

The Anti-Christmas Poems

are over

The Shooting Victims are being mourned

I Am Free

–

I Am Free To Love

& harbour no known hatred

–

I Am Free To Love

My Daughter, My Son, My Husband

My House, My Cats, My Country

My World, My Life

–

I Am Free To Love

My Spiritual Partner

& Believe Me — I HAVE ONE

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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

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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

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December 11, 2012

CLUE

The Hawk West Desk Window 9:38pm

I am wearing My Pro-Life Underwear

The Pair Jim Chandler* couldn’t guess

the colour of

when My Views were over 750

–They’re over 1,800 Tonight —

I have written to DHW

“I no longer see My Progeny

as Children”

* Child Psychiatrist

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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

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December 7, 2012

THE HAWK QUEEN BED 9:45am

Last Night I slept on The Hide-A-Bed

in Eliza’s Corner Room

My Husband was coughing badly

so I got up & out @ 11:00

to open The Hide-A-Bed

& make it up with cheap Egyptian sheets

& a satin cover I made in My First Marriage

never used

I pulled up the shade Eliza always has down

& lay on My Hide-A-Bed

looking up to The Sky

awash in star glitter

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December 3, 2012

MOTHER’S DILEMMA

The Hawk Kitchen 10:22am

I see My Rings stacked

up on the tail

of a ceramic cat

poised at My Kitchen Sink:

My Big ? Ring

& My Wedding Rings

Hunter bought Me years ago

eyed by My Daughter

from Time To Time

— I know She would love an engagement ring

from Her Very Serious Boyfriend

& if She got one

would that assure Me

She would not be as promiscuous

as I was?

Would She be as happy

as She could be

& for how long?

–

With The World Waiting For Her

at such a young age

could She be

a Cape Island House Wife?

Though isn’t that what I am —

secure in My Maturity

happy in My Place?

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November 29, 2012

VIEW FROM THE TOMATO-COLOURED COUCH 7:10pm

“I’m going into Barrington with Tyler”

“What for?”

“To watch The Fireworks at The Tree Lighting

— look what I’m wearing –“

“Let Me get My Glasses”

“My Burberry Scarf — don’t I look cute?

I look like a rich girlfriend

Who gets lots of nice

   things”

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November 29, 2012

STAR

The West Desk Window 8:45am

I have put My Daughter’s Name

above Her

on the wall @ The Head of Her Bed

The Name is Mine

in photographs of My Rooftop Painting

within Her Reach

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November 28, 2012

THE SALVATION ARMY

The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:15pm

Last Night I packed up

the back of My Ford Escape

with cartons of dishes from The Shakespeare House

unopened

Eliza’s portable crib & baby blankets

from 18 years ago

My Grandmother’s Singer Sewing Machine

from 50 years ago

2 very good twin mattress pads

from when My Children visited Me —

Their Floral Comforters went yesterday too

along with My Fantasy Bed Set

composed of A Christmas Quilt

& Bright Red Sheets —

They went to My Kind-hearted

Social Worker Friend

Who told me She found A Little Man

made out of aluminium foil

somewhere within the folds

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