m.t. whitington


A force majeure, female catalyst, futurist, polemicist, psychonaut, epistemologist. Ruminating between the lines with a clarion call and extreme unction.  A global writer with southern roots.


19 Gramercy

19 Gramercy

19 gramercy


...bring the Gramercy

number nineteen. 

–19 

I’m just an indagatrix

on the go grid,

just a searcheress

looking for nineteen.

Soft green in silver,

bergamot, jasmine; 

rose in fields of vetiver,

galbanum, neroli, sandalwood.

I wear all leather.

lily of the valley dropped in the iris

from Florence.

delicate floral chypre

by the moon code 19

burning in the essence,

offering in Chanel incense.

What part of my brain needs stimulation

to find the grotesque beautiful?

Aesthetic appreciation in the brain 

–of the beholder. The cars play in the park...

all eyes on me at

19 Gramercy!



—this fine October

—this fine October

farming us

farming us