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.


A Wintry Vision of Our Universe in Old Age

A Wintry Vision of Our Universe in Old Age

A wintry vision of our universe in old age,

Our sun as celestial orb frozen on stage.

White dwarf stars cool into crystal orbs

Waiting final death. Metallic crystal reforms

Spheres harden crystalized oxygen interior

Phase change, carbon to diamond exterior.

Turning water to ice, press, sparkle, and ring

Gong’s velvet hammer. Caress dark matter

And chunks of planetary debris still dancing

Out traversing multiverse, across cubic lattice,

Sinking and stretched on a tidal disruption flare.

Pulled into pulsing event horizon’s magnetic lair,

Cut. Burn. Scream. Fall into spin at incredible speed

Through photon sphere. Through to bubbling side  

Of the funnel, toroidal vortex, fuzzball; electric seed.          

Black holes shred dwarves reincarnating sunlight.


Shifting Baseline Syndrome

Shifting Baseline Syndrome

'Oumuamua

'Oumuamua