From my electric toothbrush to hair straightener. My cell phone my laptop. The tick tock battery driven clock Social network, facebook , instagram snapchat. One click and the world knows all. 3..2..1 mission to mars. Boom a nuclear blast.  

My mother didn’t have apron strings for me to hold onto, She had a noose firmly fitted around my neck. I spent my life waiting for the chair beneath me to suddenly disappear. I played my role perfectly. I let her take all my money,…

Come, dust my eyes. Sleep I cannot find. Swallow the bitter, powdery lumps of violent truth, as night descends. Fickle favor forsaking me. Rail against ironies, injustice, isolation, self-pity. Plead my case on golden streets in vain.           “Hear I am!…

It’s a glitch . . . What a bitch! I cannot believe this… Another deadline, I miss! My PC is a real dick… It makes me sick! I try the iPhone, in case; Eyeing thru the cracked face. They say it’s the best… Yet, they…

Lena saw the old man come out of the 24-hour convenience store, and then she jumped him. She quickly wrestled him into the nearest alleyway, robbed him of all his money, and ran off without a backward glance. First she stopped by the 24-hour grocery store up the street…

Your technobable Leaves me unnaturally Disconnected.   Ingrid Exner, 2016.

Although the high speed rabbit hole deep digging net fascinates, infuriates, eliminates, reiterates, and obliterates my knowing, the hyper link has actually altered my attention span. Matrix wizard curtains, community of like minded spirits, notwithstanding, my heart is torn. I know where my grandmother’s typewriter…

I unlock my thoughts, These black and white letters, In this daily newspaper, That travels more to my mind, I experience a lurch in my stomach, As I board the train to my office, Every man around me, Reminds me of some crime, I rub…

I don’t always take things personally, but when I do, I take a moment to face the why Awareness is key you see and everything begins inside Take notice, and take heed with love, with grace One just might find they like the freedom in…

Once I was a lonely girl By myself in the dark and crazy world No friends, always judged by others I spent my days with just the thoughts in my head Over time, my sanity suffered and more people criticized Phrases like “she’s sick” or…