Joanna Gilman Hyde

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LIL’ MISS

The Hawk Dining Room 10:38pm

Lil’ Miss Joanna Banana

carried Her Bunch of Bananas

to the front check-out at Sobey’s

but only One Line was open

& It was full

Lil’ Joanna Banana was in a hurry

so She thought of The Other Store

& put The Bunch back

(She thought of stealing a single banana for breakfast

but Lil’ Miss Joanna Banana was too honest)

She exited Sobey’s in Her 2004 Escape

& drove to Martin’s No Frills

where His Logo is a Bunch of Bananas

so Lil’ Joanna Banana picked out a bunch

(& One to eat in The Car)

She didn’t have to wait at the check-out

She clutched Her Bunch

against Her Dressy Knee-length Black Spring Coat

and walked along The Front

of The Yellow & Black

Store Front

ORION

The Hawk Kitchen 7:45pm

Tonight when I went out in The Dark

to scrape a dinner plate for The Crows

I heard the distinct honking of geese

somewhere below the constellation of Orion

— the only constellation I recognize

beside The Big Dipper —

Oh, I didn’t tell You —

a few days ago — no, December 22nd —

I met one of the nurses from The Psych Unit

in the bakery section of MY Sobey’s

— it was One Who doled out bedtime pills —

She could barely say hello

SOMEHOW I CAN’T BELIEVE THAT ANYTHING SHOULD HAPPEN

The Hawk Kitchen 6:10pm

You stood with Your Back

leaning against My Kitchen Counter

arms folded in black

My Kitchen Black Jesus

You hovered behind Me at The Sink

I shoved You away from The Stove

while I put together

My Family’s Pork Casserole

OUT OF BED

The Tomato-coloured Couch 2:22pm

just as My Phone turned 10:22am

first line in My Head:

Glory To Our Dark Night

upon This Digital Cloud

for Sinners, Killers, They too

have Their Place

I AM

The Hawk Queen Bed 8:00am

I Am Your Black Jesus

I Am The Silver Christ

flashing hot with menopause

sleep-deprived from letting Astro out @ 5:00

waking Eliza for school @ 6:30

making coffee for My Husband @ 7:00

REVERIE

The Hawk Kitchen 4:30pm

I am That Old Woman

positioned by Her Kitchen View

of Yard, Ocean, Sky

with a cat on Her Foot Stool

& no knitting in Her Lap

IRIDESCENT HEART

The Hawk Queen Bed 9:00am

I sit inside a purple room

the chamber of a heart

when I close My Eyes

I see iridescent purple

& decide Whose Heart

I’m in

NEW YEAR’S REALIZATION

The Hawk West Desk Window 3:00pm

YOU CANNOT CONSTRUCT

PROGRAMME, ORCHESTRATE, MAP OUT

FATE, DIVINITY

2012 in review

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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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OUR LIVES ARE BASED ON PERCEPTION

The Hawk Hallway 4:00pm

What is that blasted wind

really trying to tell Me?

I went ahead and rowed

the programmed 22 minutes

and now Hunter is asleep

not feeling well enough

to go to the one party

We’ve been invited to

this season

It — The Wind — tells Me I won’t listen

to Anybody

but My Self

Where Am I Going?

What Am I Following?

My Heart getting gnawed apart

by a Silver-Black Crow

in the shape of a Little Man?

Yet I am grateful to Him

I Tell My Self I Love Him — OOOH That Wind