24 April 2018

hooking up?

after 1 a.m.
in the bewitching
be with be without hour
a new internet connection
brief flashed across my screen
only one bar
called Pure Pleasure


©P.A.Kynda Palazy
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for Real Toads: Poems in April, The Tuesday Platform

Sanaa hosts and suggests, if we wish, to write a micro poem - a Tweet Poem - 140 characters. 

[my piece: 26 words - 140 characters]

note: I live in a rural area where Internet connections are variable and spotty, definitely not all that high-end fiber optics jazz. Mostly, it's satellite connections, so if WiFi is "open" on my computer, any new connections will flash, sometimes a burst, depending on the number of bars (signaling strength) - and THIS really happened the other night. Since then, I've wondered, who in this very small "valley" might have been connecting in this way. 

Sometimes, life is better than fiction. 


and they stared at me

and they stared at me
I licked a chalkboard in grade 2 -
puffed my cheeks like a chipmunk and blew out
exhaled the stale of ancient rocks
then clapped my hands against the thunderous lock
of my heart growing cold
chose the eraser thick with the cake
and licked it fingerbare to the bones
choking on numbers, letters, wordsback wards spelled
as if I knew in some particle of soul
chalk was ancient and I was dying young for old


©P.A.Kynda Palazy
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for Real Toads: An Antic Disposition

Kerry hosts and asks us to consider the madness of the month of frantic poeming, as well as madness as a theme, of course, inspired by it being The Bard's anniversary, birth and death. So we are to delve into the darkness of The Mind.

I could write about this for eons, I love this kind of topic, but I kept it simple ~ I'm frazzled for the fizzle, and of course, "late." 

















image: public domain: by Diego Torres - Seven Sisters, East Sussex, England

note: of course, Blackboard chalk and Chalk are not exactly the same chemically, but they are family. And if you are of a certain age, you might remember the "magic" of being chosen to clean the blackboards, and trying to clean the erasers too. Talk about dust storm. And there is all kinds of "weird" attributable to what was permitted when it came to the rules and all of that shit of an era, way back in the days of 70's Catholic grade school etc. So the madness lives on in the lungs.