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.


Bitter Water

Bitter Water

telltale—

where numbers dance,

heart cells beat in a petri dish

and phenomenal comes in shades of flesh.


enforced— coerced— 

force by force, raped in priestly potions,

a mess of citizens deputized as bounty hunters

leave nothing left for remainderman but notions.


tau epsilon chi


circular breathing...

the unborn never make demands.

search for signs of intelligent life cheating.

questionable souls, before first breath command,

on the front lines of the political agenda of man. 


duality of life equals one.

become one stain of proof,

making choices on white sheets of miscarriage.

lex talionis, vas deferens, blood drops, cut the nonsense.

the fire of conception of a person create distinction, 


sanguine truths... 

trinity of divine femininity, 

darkness mixes with the life-giving qualities of the sun.  

human rights are built upon securing bodily autonomy,  

dream potential to explore one’s own conscience. 


nebulous— crude—

incest, rape, murder, negative triangularity 

on the pedestal surrounded by twelve stars,

stand trial by the ordeal of bitter water.

a smiling glance from Theotokos releases fear.


virgin blue of surgeon red, 

of facts: nothing can be banned.

nothing of the highest court lands at the feet of man!

One-Eyed Portrait

One-Eyed Portrait

Tahoe

Tahoe