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.


Colonies

Colonies

Humans settle into colonies

build-up and merge.

Bacteria settle into colonies,

spaced-out biofilm dirge. 

Six feet apart or six feet under

walking microcolonies,

He says, ‘that is so pedestrian’.

With purpose 

on the footpath less taken,

I walk on and scream, ‘hey you get off my page’,

legs in motion, 

lungs expanding... exploding nature,

bulbs of color and poppies at first open.

follow the turkeys, the wildlife

where the high weeds split,

I reach my desire path

dividing off, refining the art of walking.

off-leash,

stroll the steady movement of my feet

synchs to ear thumping heartbeat.

down to the water’s edge.  Jump!

the cold swim of beautiful trouble,

shock doctrine spins

mind-expanding real change.

venting madonnas,

last nights bonfire of shedding eucalyptus

upheaval, 

and burned-out candles surround the tub.

...and they are singing from windowsills

...and they are singing from windowsills

The Meliorist

The Meliorist