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.


biscornu pattern

biscornu pattern

I seeded some lupines early,

a light frost imagining this perfect day 

with the rare ladies...

of a June day with a wolfish grin.

white. grey-blue. sandplain.

flutters turn sweet pea legume,

dusky wings of silvery xerces blue

sow pins in a biscornu pattern.

sail in flox and calendula,

I seeded alyssum for this moment. 

imperfect perfections after a Sunday

to make the world more beautiful...

digging up bulbs light up the powerplant 

then once give way imagining fall axiom

painting snails on majestic gladiator allium,

I seeded a vaseful of meaningful riddle.

  

Vultures...

Vultures...

August

August