Joanna Gilman Hyde

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January 2, 2013

BRUSHFIRE

The Tomato-coloured Couch 9:11pm

I was That Girl

Who watched uneasily

as Her Brother’s Friend

heaped dried leaves

on top of a little fire

lit to cook onion grass

in The Woods behind Her House

–

I was That Girl

Who ran back to The House

to get a pitcher of water

to meet Her Mother’s Alarm

–

I was That Girl

“eight-going-on-nine”

Who wrote a letter of thanks

to The Valley Cottage Fire Department

“for saving Our Woods”

“I’ll never scratch a match again”

–

I was That Girl

praised by Her Former Kindergarten Teacher

met in the school hallway

The Letter was in the paper

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December 31, 2012

PORTRAIT

The Tomato-coloured Couch 8:25pm

She stood in Our Family Room

Entry Way

8 feet tall in platform pink stilettos

dark mini & worked-on hair

straight

asking for a ride

to the beginning of Her Partying

equipped with a little one-shot bottle

of Black Crown Royal

I gave Her with Her Roses

on Christmas Eve —

now It’s New Year’s

She’s out in The Wind

messing up Her Hair

as She climbs into My Escape

& climbs out at a Black Dodge Ram 1500:

Her Trophy Legs are all I can see

disappearing down Her Boyfriend’s Drive

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December 31, 2012

2012 in review

The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2012 annual report for this blog.

Here’s an excerpt:

600 people reached the top of Mt. Everest in 2012. This blog got about 4,100 views in 2012. If every person who reached the top of Mt. Everest viewed this blog, it would have taken 7 years to get that many views.

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December 27, 2012

SWEET CHILD OF MINE

The Hawk Kitchen 4:30pm

Born Twenty-five Years Ago

in a rinky-dink hospital

in a fishing town

My Sweet Child is a grown man

& I Love Him So

out with His Camera

in a Montreal Blizzard

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December 24, 2012

MY CHRIST WISH

The Tomato-coloured Couch 2:22pm

I want to draw out

Humanity’s Heart

Feed It to The Black Crows

Hungry

flying against the wind

outside My Kitchen Glass Doors

–

I want to sit underneath My Tree

My Scraggly Apple

out in My Pro-life Underwear

in snow flurries

Come Inside

to know the warmth

of My Living Room

with Eliza’s Long-stemmed Coral Roses

clipped & vased

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December 21, 2012

EMERGENCY

DVD will you meet me @ Barrington Sobey’s cart corral

tomorrow at 2:22 pm 

I now know why you stood

at the foot of My Hospital Bed

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December 21, 2012

WHERE ARE THOSE BLESSED BIRDS?

The Hawk Kitchen 10:30am

The Food Hamper from Yesterday

has been disassembled

disposed of out on The Grass

for The Gulls & Crows

— They know nothing

of Hell & Damnation

Sin & Salvation —

The Orange I rolled

into The Compost

is

safe

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December 19, 2012

WHAT DOES IT MEAN TO BE THIS WORLD?

The Tomato-coloured Couch 3:45pm

We’re Not Sick

We’re misguided, falsely & uselessly labelled

We’ve come as far as We can go

in Today’s Society

We’ve got to go back —

resurrect ancient systems, global, financial, medical, social

which are proven to work in Their Times

Globalize Our History

We cannot rely on Aliens

to Show Us The Future

There Is NO Future —

There Is Only Now

Our Greatest Wealth

is what Makes Us:

Our Humanity

We cannot even rely on God —

God is ambiguous

It Is Our Person-hood — Our Innate Intelligence

Our Individuality

We Know Best

We zzzzzzzzzmust rely

on uzzzzzzzz

to

  SAVE US NOW

before ITZZZZZZZZZ toooooooooo LLLLLLLLATE

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December 19, 2012

WHAT DOES IT MEAN TO BE A CHILD?

The Hawk West Desk Window 2:00pm

For The Unborn

For Babies

For Toddlers

For Elementary School Students

For Teens

For Young Adults:

To be A Child means being loved unconditionally

Safely guided & nurtured by the source(s) of That Love

until independence —

But The Love Never Stops

Note:  I was prompted to write this because I saw a diamond shape reflected before Me at the foot of my bed.  I didn’t know what it was until I moved my right arm and saw that the shape was created by a reflection from the band of My Ladies Bulova Open Heart Watch.

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December 18, 2012

WHAT DOES IT MEAN TO BE A PARENT?

It means to love your children unconditionally and not to give in to manipulation and power plays, on their part or yours.  It also means to tell the truth when asked, and not answer with a distorted or mythical pretence. A child’s imagination is beguiling, but a parent’s fear of the truth can be confusing or even dangerous.

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