Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Tag: Howard Talbot Walden Hyde



The Hawk Queen Bed 4:38pm

Today on 2 hrs sleep

from 2 mgs Ativan

I began the sculpted head

of My Beautiful Dark Haired Woman

Who appeared on My Right Shoulder

in Roseway Hospital

October 1993

She said a lullaby in My Ear —

the most melodious voice I had ever heard

and today I have swaddled a Styrofoam core

in thin slices of plasticine

hyperventilating as I went

hearing My Son’s suggestion

from yesterday’s walk on The Hawk Beach —

“Mom, why don’t You just

exhaust Your Self?”

every slice

from a red-handled knife My Brother gave Me

pushed Me on to panel the form —

My Goal was to cover it, and I did

after carving HTWH in the Styrofoam skull

resting on My Ceramic Bluenose Plate

My Keepsake from the childhood crossings

in that vessel from Bar Harbor, Maine

to Yarmouth, Nova Scotia

when I was so happy

with My Little Family

of Mother, Brother and Me


The Hawk West Desk Window 5:25pm

I learned the word “Sanctuary”

from My Mother

Who had it written

on a weathered shingle

nailed to a tree along

the trail We blazed

to The North East Bluff

of McNutt’s Island —

She wrote a passage below

that word, which,

if My Brother were alive

He would remember


Eliza’s Room 9:32pm

I slept in a nunnery the night before

I took My Brother Howard out

of Mt. Sinai Hospital

where He thought The World had ended

and a nurse told Me

He was not ready to leave —

I got Him on a bus

to the Toronto airport

where He thought the man behind us

was Our Second Cousin Billy —

Howard paced around while We waited

to board the plane —

He demanded to speak to The Captain —

He thought the plane would crash —

He had crashed

My dear terrified Brother

and My Mother and I

tried to take care of Him

with an Orthomolecular Diet

I tried to persuade Him

that His Hallucination

in Saudi Arabia

of His Step-brother shooting Him

in the stomach

with a “laser gun”

was nothing more than a dream —

He was fated to die

twenty-five years later

at the hands of jail guards

from The Burnside Correctional Centre

in Nova Scotia

having been “tasered” twice

by Halifax Regional Police

within the last thirty-six hours

of His Life


The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 12:50pm

When I was a strapping girl

in a swim suit

I pushed My Fearful Brother

off the bow of Our Mother’s Molly

and He yelled at me

from the splashing water —

“What’d ya do that

for Joanna!”


The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 8:20am

My Brother used to cry

in His Crib

in Jordan Bay

and My Mother would not

go to Him

Her Mother got upset

and told Her She was wrong

but She would not listen

and raised a child

Who was afraid of swimming

Who covered knot holes

in His Island Bedroom Panelling

with masking tape

because He saw in the fluid knots

scary creatures


The Hawk Living Room 4:30pm

A new arrangement of paintings

builds a triangle upon My Living Room Wall:

My Mother’s Portrait as a very young woman

painted by My Uncle

dresses the wall below My Balcony

hanging in the middle

above two impressionist paintings

of Africa — She took Me

as an infant to grow there

in Gabon and came home

with these two paintings

I framed in art school —

one showing a grass-roofed hut

palm trees with seated figure —

the other showing four bark canoes

and two figures readying them

in the foreground of open water

and open sky —

My First Year In Africa

She called The Worst Year

of Her Life — spent insomniac

underweight, pregnant

with My Fated Brother —

Africa inspired Her Novel


never published —

Her Portrait looks down

to those two African paintings

and I look up to all three


The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 4:20pm

My Brother, Who’s Dead,

used to make & bring

a cup of tea

sipping off the too-full brim

before handing it

to Me



The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 8:29pm

First & Foremost I am

A Human Being —

I come from the planet Earth

where I made My Self

from the mesh of molten rock

& the salt from endless waves.

I came to My Human Form

through My Mother, primarily

though My Father

gave Her Lie-sense.

I was born into a world

of tumult

@ The Exact Right Time

to become what I am Today:

A Woman Understood


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