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The Hawk Kitchen 2:22pm
INTRODUCING NEW
DISCIPLINE FOR HUNGRY FAITH:
OLD BREAD FED TO CROWS
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The Hawk Kitchen 2:22pm
INTRODUCING NEW
DISCIPLINE FOR HUNGRY FAITH:
OLD BREAD FED TO CROWS
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
The Hawk Portico NOON
Today I began reading a Baptist Tract on Sin & Salvation
inside the top of a boxed offering of baked goods
— a man brought the box to My Side Door
saying “It’s for Dr Blair — we’re giving them out
to people over seventy”
–
As I sat on My Portico in My Bathrobe
I looked at The Tract
The seven minutes it will take you to
read this message could be the most
valuable time you will ever spend
I read to the part where Everyone’s a Sinner
& a huge military (Fisheries?) jet buzzed
around the corner of My House
I looked up to The Aircraft until it was gone
& put The Tract back in Its food box
–
I made another cup of tea
–
I came out again to sit in The Sun
& hesitantly picked up The Tract
to read about Hell & Damnation
but The Plane came roaring again
My Hands went together
I crumpled up My Seven Most Valuable Minutes
into a snowball
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.
If I could say anything right now
anything I wanted — what
would It be?
–
The House is buffeted by a rainstorm
I Am Cosy In My Bed
(to use a phrase of WHB’s)
with tea beside Me
I Am Free
–
The Anti-Christmas Poems
are over
The Shooting Victims are being mourned
I Am Free
–
I Am Free To Love
& harbour no known hatred
–
I Am Free To Love
My Daughter, My Son, My Husband
My House, My Cats, My Country
My World, My Life
–
I Am Free To Love
My Spiritual Partner
& Believe Me — I HAVE ONE
The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:10pm
A Silver Star-spark just crossed My View
as I sat at the computer screen
— passed across My Field of Vision
diagonally from left to right
trailing a dark path
alerting Me
to read
“God Has Called Them All Home”
The West Desk Window 2:45pm
Sometimes a Candy Cane
is not just a Candy Cane.
–
HO HO HO is backwards.
–
What can you think of that’s snowy white
& feels like a weather bomb?
–
What’s an empty, limp stocking
which miraculously gets filled?
–
The colour red means stop —
green means go.
–
What’s a triangular fir tree
next to an open hearth —
and where does that chimney go anyway?
–
A Christmas Wreath, a broken circle, represents a fertilized egg.
–
A baby in a manger —
Jesus was born on the wrong side of the tracks.
The Hawk Queen Bed 9:22am
I PUSHED THE CERAMIC HEAD
I MADE
OF A DARK HAIRED LADY
HELD UP IN A DREAM
TO THE BACK SIDE OF A THIN OLD GYP-ROCK WALL
I PUSHED HER FRONTAL FEATURES FIRST
ALL THE WAY THROUGH
TO HER INTRICATE HAIR LINE
SO THAT THE PATTERN OF HER FACE
EMERGED FROM THE CRUMBLE
ON THE OTHER SIDE
WHERE MY DAUGHTER WAS STANDING
TO RECEIVE HER
INTACT
Joanna Gilman Hyde 