Fertility Prayer

A pantoum by Tom Somers

Inanna, goddess of love and war, sings to Enki, god of water and wisdom, Mesopotamia circa BC 3000.




Full of loveliness, like the new moon
My fertile crescent is flecked with new growth a
Hillock of land rising by levees well-watered, Untilled
plot left fallow like the desert.

My fertile crescent swells and luxuriates
Joyfully expecting the Lord of my heart. My
untilled plot fallow like the desert
Welcomes the onrushing shameless monsoon.

Joyfully expecting the King of my heart Who
will wield his sword in my furrow
I welcome the onrushing shameless monsoon
Bursting forth in my pleasurable garden.

Wield your sword in my furrow, oh Lord, Pierce
my hillock of land and bring forth Shoots and
buds in my pleasurable garden Full of
loveliness, like the new moon!


About Tom Somers

In 2001, Tom Somers moved his family to Fallbrook, where they enjoy the friendly, rural character of the community. Originally from Torrance, Tom spent twenty-five years working in the field of international trade and business development in Eastern Europe and Russia, while living for various periods in New York, Vienna and Moscow. Tom’s poetry has been published multiple times in the San Diego County Poetry Annual

On the pantoum form.


By Conney D. Williams


Fuckin’ ain’t the salvation the converted claim
altar call void of liturgy
sarcastic blasphemy, only
make you feel like you done got religion
ain’t no apocalypse in cummin’
the weakness of fragile erections
aftermath of waking alone in loneliness
repent for an emotional resurrection
been there, still here
what seems a lifetime in sleepless worshipSongOfSolomonHeQi
seduced gullibly by juvenile lusts
free willed to reside in
edifice sex, then fell
much farther than Lucifer ever did
attached as a catholic to catechisms
constant chase for voidable coitus, like an
addict searching that elusive virgin high
these sermons I preached daily
only brought conviction in my groin
ain’t no redemption in “knock-off” intimacy
ain’t not absolution in limitable
communion with horizontal prayers
left with only “hallowed be thy weakness”
kingdom desperate to come
with more than knee deep infatuation
saturation or elongation
prostate at this empyrean altar
human touch hungers for conversion
cause I refuse to just fuck anymore
yet duality conflicts my flesh
nakedness holds me hostage
I’m human nature’s victim, trying
to deny the safety of feeling needed
don’t want to fall empty into sleep
but to rollover into satisfied
wish someone would minister to me
like God did to the Mary
till every fuck is healed, and
then excite me with angel water
plunged beneath flood of a righteous lover
till this clay covering remembers to
communicate to more than just clitoris
want to be held closer than if born Trinity
phrased like Gethsemane pleadings
or creation whispered from Jehovah’s lips
there can no more settling
lest I never receive what I must learn to give
maybe then …
I’ll be able to fuck again
with peace

About Conney D. Williams

ConneyConney D. Williams is a Los Angeles based poet, actor and performance artist, originally from Shreveport, Louisiana, where he worked as a radio personality.

Conney’s first collection of poetry, Leaves of Spilled Spirit from an Untamed Poet, was published in 2002. His poetry has also been published in various journals and anthologies including Voices from Leimert Park; America: At the End of the Day; and The Drumming Between Us. His newest collection, Blues Red Soul Falsetto, was published in December 2012.

Conney has performed his poetry on television, radio, galleries, universities, grade schools, coffeehouses, and stages around Southern California and across the country, including the Black Arts Festival. He is a talented public speaker with more than thirty years of experience.

Read more about Conney at conneywilliams.com.

Art: Song of Solomon by He Qi