winter’s breath
awakens spring
shadows of ice
form puddles
on the sidewalk
©A. D. Joyce, 2014
winter’s breath
awakens spring
shadows of ice
form puddles
on the sidewalk
©A. D. Joyce, 2014
it’s a dirt road, see,
i’m standing in the middle of,
and if the dirt were water,
it would boil down to this:
i have 11 in one hand, I say,
and only one in the other,
so either i can keep 11
and get rid of one,
or else keep the one
and get rid of the 11.
but I don’t need any of them,
i say, so I put my two hands together
to make sure I have them all
but I don’t need them all.
so i lay them on the ground
and walk 12 paces from the pile
in a easterly direction,
then walk a perfect circle
around the pile
in a counterclockwise direction
until i reach the start of the circle,
then i walk to the middle.
i pick one from the pile,
and say, “I’ll take this one,”
then i put it back down
and pick another up and say,
“i want this one.”
then I put it down.
then i pick it up
then i put it down
then i pick it up
then i pick it up
then i put it down
then i put it down
and I say this will be a poem
and i say I’m just thinking out loud
and i say what am I going to do
and I say I’m doing it

Wassily Kandinsky. Several Circles. 1926. Oil on canvas. Via Olga’s Gallery
©A. D. Joyce, 2014
This is the event horizon.
There is no time,
there is no looking back
at the waterless moons
or the stars that follow me,
their light nearly gone.
I end to begin
and there is no fear
as gravity squeezes me
tight in its arms,
carries me home
across the dawn,
where nothing
feels like
everything again.
©A. D. Joyce, 2014
It was a rough winter here in New Jersey. It even was tough on my potted plants. To be fair, these are older plants that had grown big, and probably should have been redistributed and repotted some time ago. There might have been an issue with how frequently I watered them, but we won’t get into that.
So I figured it was time to do something serious. Many of stems had grown long over the years but had lost a lot of the leaves. So I cut them off the main plant into shorter segments.
I put them in water so they can grow new roots.
I threw away the old roots, many of which were attached to nearly leafless stems, coiled in the dirt they had been feeding off for years.
I’m waiting for the new roots to grow.
Future new soil and repotted plants — photos not shown.
[All photos by A. D. Joyce]
©A. D. Joyce, 2014
At night or during bad weather, butterflies hang from the undersides of leaves or crawl into crevices between rocks.
The typical life expectancy of a butterfly is two to 14 days due to predators or the weather. Some live for as long as a year.
The ancient Greek word for butterfly is psyche.
butterfly (English)
buttorfleoge (Old English)
papillon (French)
ihe n’efe-efe (Igbo)
farasha (Arabic, standard)
mariposa (Spanish)
borboleta (Portuguese)
bebe (Fijian)
Eighty percent of all butterfly species live in the tropics.
Butterflies communicate mostly through chemical signals. A few species can produce noises with their wings.
Some people say that when a butterfly lands on you it means good luck.
In Chinese culture, two butterflies flying together symbolize love.
In Devonshire, UK, people would traditionally rush around to kill the first butterfly of the year that they see or else face a year of bad luck.
In the Philippines, a lingering black butterfly or moth in the house is taken to mean that someone in the family has died or will soon die.
Butterflies breathe through tiny openings on their sides, smell with their antennae, and taste with their feet.
You can feed butterflies with a butterfly feeder and homemade nectar.
(Facts via the Butterfly WebSite and Wikipedia.)
©A. D. Joyce, 2014