Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Tag: son

THE HAWK WEST DESK WINDOW 11:37am

The Fog has sunk

into My Left Shoulder

–I can’t do The Laundry–

–I shouldn’t even be writing–

Peak & Eliza have gone to Lunenburg

with Their Father & His Family

My Day Is Grey

but I’m OK–

isn’t that awful?

CALL FROM ALBERTA 5:22pm

My Son just confirmed, echoed

I have a booming voice

“like no other”

Am I Gifted

or just loud in restaurants?

Do I Make Sense?

I am heard

through My Writing —

but when will I yell out

authoritatively

to Our World

for Our World

to Guide?

to Scold?