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


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

The Passion


It’s one thing to resurrect from the dead:
Hell, millions of people do that every morning.

The real miracle
is to die and walk among the living—
parched, hungry, full of holes,
tongue broken and white as chalk,
sun moon stars and earth
pressing against the small of your back—
and nobody notices a thing.


©A. D. Joyce, 2014


Into the void


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