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.


Compossibility

Compossibility

The laurels shall bloom again,

starlike buds deeply penetrate

earth, hyacinth– azure– clashing

auroras spitting waves of color.

 

AI sends heavily encrypted

messages no one can decipher,

something about the tablemount

fracture zone lacking valence.

 

How long does water hold memory?

Known in the evolution of furries

modifying epigenetics: time, date, set

for cesarean; amniotics remember...

 

Unbroken caul sac, the helmet grows

en caul. Spitting stars, a moon of no light

for us radiant one, Phaethon, and his sisters,

what we need to know Thursday...

 

when will giraffes become extinct?

Turn to amber-teared poplar trees,

silvery feathers scorched desert

charred black, trash burns gehenna!

 

Expressed and assigned reset,

there are rivers in the atmosphere,

long narrow bands that flood beds.

The existence of one contradicted

 

the other, an in-compossible oddity,

yet water remembers: to measure is to know.

Sweet new collection of things that blow

offspring into existence in the best spin,

 

a multi world of compossibility,

the laurels shall bloom again!






 

Outward Wits Of New Year's Day

Outward Wits Of New Year's Day

NYE 2017...on the dirt path.

NYE 2017...on the dirt path.