a trumpet of a day —
the blue sky humming
the green crackle of grass
the chime of a small white butterfly
dancing to the drumbeat
of yellow sunflowers —
and after the red song of sunset
blazes over the horizon
i listen to the sighs
of the deep black night






©A. D. Joyce, 2017

Beautification (street art)


Street art is adorning the walls of more and more buildings in Newark, NJ, lately. I think some of them are being commissioned by Newark mayor Ras Baraka? In any event, these works are increasing the unique character of the city. Just beautiful.


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All photos by A.D. Joyce.

©A. D. Joyce, 2015

the butterfly psyche


breaking through the cocoon walls
with nothing but small feet
and powdery wings
this is the power of a dream
from safety
to the unknown of flight
this is the self in the making
there’s a universe of air
so why do butterflies
go it alone
fluttering crazily
from flower to scent
to knee deep in nectar
and expectant

©A. D. Joyce, 2015

Singing of Freedom


“The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.”

from “Caged Bird” by Maya Angelou

Although the world experienced a great loss with the death of poet Maya Angelou yesterday, I find it  impossible not to celebrate and be grateful for the beautiful example of her life and words.

She spent years as a girl refusing to speak due to guilt over heinous crimes she did not commit. But she eventually decided to emerge from silence into a life of self expression in the arts. She spoke about personhood, womanhood, and race in a generous voice that allowed all of us to share in her strength.

She sang for freedom. She sang for all of us.

in staccato,
the butterfly
sings of freedom,

Maya Angelou: Thank you and rest in peace.

Maya Angelou 1928 - 2014

Maya Angelou 1928 – 2014

©A. D. Joyce, 2014