In search of cherry blossoms (memorial edition)


(This post was originally published April 19, 2014. I’m reposting it as a memorial to my mom, who passed away on August 21, 2019. My sister and I were honored to be at her bedside as she made her transition. It was a beautiful moment that I will never forget, as is this moment in time among the cherry blossoms.)

This spring has been a little chilly for us in New Jersey so our famed cherry blossoms still haven’t reached their peak bloom. But I visited Branch Brook Park in Newark anyway this morning after helping my mother run some errands. Branch Brook has the largest collection of cherry blossom trees in the U. S. but today in some spots, the display was a bit anemic …

IMG_1057IMG_1019Some trees, though not in full bloom, were lovely nonetheless …


IMG_1096IMG_1022Yep, that’s my mom. She’s 87, which gives me a little hope for longevity.

Of course I had to throw in some random selfies …

IMG_1034My mom learned the word “selfie” while watching the recent Academy Awards, so she was happy to take some with me …

IMG_1043By the way, I just love the type of people who kindly offer to take pictures of you with your own camera. (Why do they do that, I can never be so bothered. Shame on me.)

IMG_1094Some out-of-townies asked us directions to the Cathedral Basilica of the Sacred Heart, which was further than walking distance from where we were in the huge park at the time. I had to pass it on the way to driving my mom home, though, so I stopped to get a few shots for this post. It’s the fifth largest cathedral in the U.S.IMG_1112IMG_1105


All photos by A. D. Joyce.

©A. D. Joyce, 2014


full moon in capricorn


the moon in its fullness
at the height
of my fears and doubts

already they begin to wane

from full to gibbous
to half to quarter to new
to the beginning of dreams

a blank sky to write upon
afraid and doubtful no more

Photo by A.D Joyce

This poem also appears on my new Tarot blog, Ms. Joyce Tarot.

©A. D. Joyce, 2017

Greenbrook Sanctuary


Back in June I went to an awesome writing workshop. It was held at a wonderful woodland preserve in the Palisades cliffs overlooking the Hudson River. It was fun and a great way to commune with nature. My next two posts highlight some of the work I did there (finally getting around to doing that!).

Photo by A.D. Joyce

Photo by A.D. Joyce








©A. D. Joyce, 2016

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

Fluttering a Universe of Air


I was very much fascinated by the sky in 2014 and I took countless pictures of it whenever the spirit hit me. I felt i was rediscovering something I had taken for granted for too long.

So as this year ends, I offer just a few of the photos I took. (Yes, some were taken while I was driving. Distracted driving is dangerous so don’t try this at home!)

May our skies be as beautiful as these in 2015. Happy New Year!

Photos by A.D. Joyce

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All photos by A.D. Joyce

All photos by A.D. Joyce

©A. D. Joyce, 2014

A Matter of Record


Earlier this year, I visited the neighborhood I lived in as a young child (see my poem, in search of a play). I hadn’t been there since the family moved from there. I knew the house was long gone–replaced by highway–but I didn’t expect what remained of the residential area  to be so quiet, worn, and tired. But life indeed goes on.

All photos by A.D. Joyce.


The street abruptly stops short here now.


My old house would have been on the far side of the highway.



©A. D. Joyce, 2014