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.


canvas

canvas

the bare life

of stateless people

under thermal camera

 

surveillance a

 

v

can

s

 

military tools

 

tiny drones

turned into pollinators

 

the rise

of robot bees

 

can

vas

 

could be an act

of war

 

question

are there antimatter

worlds out there off

 

sav

nac

 

are there really

just three dimensions

and does time go both ways

 

c

vas

    n

 

the speed of light

has never been constant

 

weirder and weirder entanglement

catch that forgotten a

 

turn and paint


 

s

a

v

n

a

c

 

bold black on  stretched

canvas

immersive therapy

 

ugly

lies the bones

in pixel

perfect play

 

distraction

dulling pain

 

of burn victims

in snow world

 

off with spiders

to face the arachnophobic

 

in pixel perfect clarity

try to cure ptsd

virtual

frozen aerials

nerve-shredding

flashbacks

 

break from reality

c

 a

  n

   v

    a

     s

     s

    a

   v

  n

 a

c

 

but the radiation

remains

in the bone

 

refugees

flee

 

madcap

kill

the gaudy patter

can’t or can a

 

vs

 

you walled off

at some checkpoint

in bethlehem

 

barrier separation fence

the green line seam zone

 

terrible

magic

exit through the canvas

 

to the tent

nation next door

 

the poor the hungry

cold ICE

forsake christ

 

migratory hordes

of every kind of bird

fly off

this gray slab

concrete

wall


 

can

    vas

 

over





 

 


 

Manipulator

Manipulator

It Is A Very Knotty World

It Is A Very Knotty World