But Wishes Breed Not

Fallow time, moon-dark: no power

of words nor healing much less

smiles tears or beauty-making

(feeble light flickers in clouded lantern)


You know the black river under

starless skies ever cold and silent

No remedy but surrender

touch bottom (source-love)

and resurface


Title borrowed from “We Lying by Seasand,” by Dylan Thomas.

Spring Sun Sprung

Spring sun, you sound of blackbirds’

piercing arias (declarations of sky-dancing love),

rustle of lancet leaves uprightly translucent

in harmony with color-spun clattering chimes,

noble bees’ never-stinting rumble-hum,

grass growing


Spring sun, you smell of ripe-bursting blossoms, moist earth

under last year’s dried debris:



Spring sun, your touch is returner’s embrace

(peace), a long daydream-dozy centered in

riot of nature’s joy,

uncurling of winter soul-muscle tension,

needless of hurry or self. You give the Now,



Inspired by (my interpretation of) today’s NaPoWriMo prompt: write a poem using sensory detail (at least 3 senses). Mostly I just wanted to sit outside, so my thoughts went in an obvious direction.

Jazz & Poetry

Spoken word concert

(born of books


once few poets

left to help

world’s song


Inspired by The Found Poetry Review’s Univocalism prompt: Construct a poem using only a single vowel, with all words sourced from your newspaper. Obviously, I did something else entirely (cheated?) and used two vowels. Words from NPR’s jazz blog, “5 Points Where Poetry Meets Jazz,” by Pamela Espeland.


Mad-eyed from stating the obvious

and weary withal—what did you

expect from your sojourn

with this crudely formed clay?

Where obvious is the flavor du jour

every journey must result in frustration

a new vow to renounce

it all for your cave and a bagpipe-drowning

of the still, small voice

The days of sackcloth and ashes are gone

we will laughingly proclaim all our sins

in a most barbaric yawp. If you prayed

for subtle or sublime

you have come to the wrong town


Inspired by Quickly’s Prompts from April 9: Take a line from a newly-discovered (in my case, rediscovered) favorite poet and use it as a starting point. I used a line from Richard Wilbur’s “Advice to a Prophet.”