Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Tag: Francois Tonetti Hyde


The Hawk Beach 2:57pm

My Father never had Me

or when He did

He pimped Me off

or felt the need

to collect Me from sleepless

hotel rooms —

His Best Hope for Me

(My Brother He had given up on)

was to say,

“You are in ‘Recovery'”

Well — if He could see Me NOW

down by The Guzzle

in The South Wind of July

sitting in The Sand of My Achievement

He might come down from Heaven

or where ever He ended up

and shake My Hand

and send Me on My Way


The Hawk Computer 6:04 pm

My Husband, Dr William Hunter Blair, now believes

that My World Trade Center Roof Top Painting from 1984

titled Self Organizing Galaxy

may have given someone the idea

for 9/11


EYE have not been writing much —

EYE have been making recordings into M(EYE) cell phone

in-which M(EYE) Husband does not seem very interested.


The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 8:41am

My Father once gave Me

two clutches of jade grapes

& eggs to go with them —

I put them in an agate bowl

given to Me by My California Sisters

when They came to Howard’s funeral

nearly eight years ago

I wonder where that bowl is now —

I have searched high & low

Did I give it, with contents,

to The Salvation Army — or did I

pack it away in some forgotten cranny

of My three storey house

where I will find it when

I am alone & old?


The Hawk Deck 1:52pm

I stood bent in My Shower

& the milky foam

breathed across My Chest

& poured in streams

from My Two Breasts

like The Mother Wolf

in My Parents’ Nest


The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:27pm

I stepped into My Shower

@ 2:22

to wash just My Self

(not My Hair)

under the spray

I stood looking down

at My White Surroundings

& found My Self

The Child again

naked in the hand-worked cement

of a Snedens Landing pool

built by My Father’s Father

where I looked for Inchworms

& tried to see Their Eyes


The Tomato-coloured Couch 8:25pm

My Parents have never seen this room

or been anywhere near it —

They’re dead

& I’m glad

so I can enjoy The Rain

on The Skylights

& The Fog Horn

on The Cape


& grown up


The Hawk Portico 6:00pm

I have shed The Cloak

of Both My Parents

and That Which I shared with My Brother

Who would have been 51 today*

I am The Sole Survivor

of That Family

The Family I was born headlong into —

My “Old” Family —

as I have wrapped My Self anew

within Hunter, My Grown Children

and 7 Cats

*My brother Howard Talbot Walden Hyde was killed November 22, 2007, while in custody.  His death prompted the three-year Hyde Inquiry which found his death to be accidental.


The Tomato-coloured Couch 10:22pm

I wore a necklace of shells

My Father sent from Africa

when I was four

She — My Daughter — wore

Her Dress Of Silver — size 2

shaped like a mermaid

& visited Her Other Grandfather

in The Hospital —

He said

“You Look Like A Fish”


The Hawk Deck 11:35am

“We know that Two Planes

ran into The World Trade Center —

what else is true

We do not know”*

— overtaken by My Father

lumbering up the stairs

to My Shower

squishing used bars of soap together

His Noxema & Sensodyne

were not so innocent —

but That was only His Ghost

telling Me He was in cahoots

with The Muslims

in Riyadh

when He lived over there

for 25 years

before having lunch @ Windows On The World

with Guy Tozzoli & Me

where no mention whatsoever

was made of My

Galactic Bullseye

*quote from WHB