I plug you in and vamp up the heat, oh, how you exhaust my memory storage, taking up space with images and stories, poetry and prose, newsfeed and selfies, *Alert: storage almost full* your security breaches airing my dirty laundry to the world, hello world,…

They say there’s nothing new under the sun Everything has been done   But people still climb mountains Because they’they’ve never been up there   People still write books Because they have their own tales to tell   People still sing songs Because their ears…

Silent Silence   Silence, Somehow describes me, But my silence speaks silently. People calls me introvert, I, myself made me a secret. Secrets which surprisingly opens, And speaks silently. I did not choose it though, All made me to be so. Nobody is that free…

“there’s still now” a friend whispers to me through the screen as if I haven’t been memorizing the very shape of my lover since Wednesday. There’s still now, this very minute, where it is not wrong to love her. But only as I type. I…

tekhne the words the carpentry the structure of logic the solid scaffold of grammar this is the magic of technology the texture, the well-wrought pattern the weaving of poems threads that support the words ©Ardelle Hollis Ray

I wake up Not knowing what day it is Am I to get ready for Am I to get to chores I lay here, confused But my first thought is Let’s relieve my bladder No toilet paper? Splash warm water in my face I drooled…

How I’ve seen you grow, almost four decades now.   Most of it, I care not to understand For it’s our undivided attention, you demand.   Fading out, the human connection yet intertwining us, like never before   if you’ll look you’ll find it all Love and…

If it were Not for Technology People from all 7 continents Would not be here right now.   Likewise, if it were not for Technology 7 in 10 youths Would not be victims of cyber bullying.  

Observed at preschool: Four children play “House” together In the wooden and plastic “House” designated corner of the classroom Of the littlest students with the brightest of futures. ‘Mom’ sits at the round wooden table, looking at the plastic toy cell phone. ‘Dad’ sits on…

This prompt was a little complicated (aka challenging, but challenging can be good). Write 10 lines of a narrative poem. Add 10 more lines (not just at the end). Then remove 8. I didn’t exactly stick to the ‘rules’. I ‘wrote’ two poems of 10…