from ego to ego


all those petty crimes committed
without thought of why
or what we wanted
taking out of habit
yet wondering why
our bags were never full
now i know
there were holes
and the meaning of it all
had fallen to the ground
there is no blood
the wounds run clear water
there will be only light
i will be the sky
full of stars
countless stars
and the two of us
we are even

©A. D. Joyce, 2018



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

Solar Eclipse 2016: Three Poems


When I was a kid, I was fascinated with all things outer space–planets, the moon, stars, and sun. Solar eclipses were exciting, and I remember trying to make an eclipse viewer with pieces of cardboard. There’s a total eclipse happening tonight, so in its honor, here are a trio of poems from past posts. They hint at the possibilities and flights of imagination that the heavens inspire in me.

voidascenevolution©A. D. Joyce, 2016