Joanna Gilman Hyde

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A SLICE OF STONE AND A SLAB OF SILVER

The Hawk Kitchen 8:13pm

I have A Magic Pendant

It is Black & White

I wear It always around My Neck

to let It clarify My Sight

My Brother had One

made of Silver

It was Our Mother’s

Oh How He Loved Her!

He dangled Its chain

& let It swing

to answer Yes one way

or No the other

He saw His Way

out of any dilemma

& told His Fortune

to His Gods

He struck a deal

with His Death

that He would be remembered

as a Man of Steel

safely stowed

in The Land of Nod

MORNING MOTHER

The Hawk Queen Bed 10:45pm

I see forever

the image of My Mother’s Morning

of Her standing

on the furnace grate

beside the windows in the kitchen

of The Valley Cottage House

She made oatmeal for Howard

& Me

& ate Her’s

with a wooden spoon

out of the stuck oatmeal pot

with forced air from the furnace

billowing up Her Nightgown

SAFELY STOWED IN THE LAND OF NOD*

The Tomato-coloured Couch 1:22pm

I want to put Roses

on My Brother’s Grave

on His Stone

inscribed with The First Bar

of Fur Elise

He taught His Niece Eliza

but I am certain

His Roses

lying there

would blow

away

*Howard Talbot Walden Hyde

October 6, 1962 — November 22, 2007

PREMISE ON “MENTAL ILLNESS”

There is no such “thing” as “mental illness.”  There is no true illness which can be said to be entirely “mental” unless it is derived from an organic source such as a brain tumour.  There are no physical attributes in the human body which can point to this description.  There is no pre-determining test for “mental illness.”  The psychiatric diagnosis used to determine the supposed state of “mental illness” is opinion-based at best, and most often this opinion is not shared by the individual in question.  At worst this opinion is often shared by family members, friends, and society as a whole, creating a kind of trap or “Catch 22” for the individual.

What we see when we attempt to use this stigmatizing and false description of “mental illness” is an array of human self expression which may be affected by, or resulting from, changes in environment, sleep patterns, physical activity, thought, perception, interaction with others, or any conglomeration of naturally occurring factors which can and do affect all of us as human beings.

We are variable and complex.  To lump any of us into “categories” of “mental illness” is a grave disservice to humanity.

 

Written by Joanna Gilman Hyde Blair

MY BROTHER’S BIRTHDAY

The Hawk Deck 8:20am

At Night I go to sleep

with the sweep of Cape Light

turned to My Bed

in the morning I wake

to step out on My Deck

immersed in the dew

with the waves

at My Head

A BIRTHDAY

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 due to restraint by jail guards — namely one Henwood.

FAVOURS I DID TODAY

Yarmouth NS, afternoon

Today I gave three dollars

to The Art Gallery of Nova Scotia’s

donation (admission) box

Today I gave three dollars

to a hungry (He said) bum

who remembered My Brother Howard

but didn’t know

He had died, or how

Today I gave My Daughter

fifty dollars

for a pedicure

ONE SOUND

The Hawk Deck 10:12am

How can One Sound

conjure up A Place

and A Time?

— It’s The Call Of The Jay

that does It for Me

That Authoritative Squawk

harkens back to My Childhood

growing up in The Woods

of Rockland County

where I was a bossy child neighbour

and control freak

to My Brother

AMBIANCE

The Hawk Living Room 8:30pm

After supper in Valley Cottage

My Brother & I turned on

the overhead light

Our Mother never used

& turned & twirled

until We were dizzy

We lay down on the thin carpet

happily feeling Our Living Room

spin

FATALITY INQUIRY

The Tomato-coloured Couch 7:33pm

I was eating My Canned Soup tonight

when I realized

I can’t just pick up the phone

& call My Brother Howard —

He’s Not There — Or Here

He was killed, accidentally

on a jail-house floor

five-and-a-half years ago

prompting The 3-year Hyde Inquiry

resulting in Our Two Copies

of The 460-page Judge’s Decision titled:

Report of The Fatality Inquiry

Into The Death Of Howard Hyde

shelved in Hunter’s New Library