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.


cop the manhole in a paradise of machines

cop the manhole in a paradise of machines

signs: mind the gap

watch—we can’t stop
the paradise of machines

past light bounces off
the sidewalk prism glass
electrical
iron calling cards
line up in a row

traffic-light utility
maintenance holes
metal on metal
sound off

in front of the Ferry Building
at bay sunrise

tree grates—
square the circle and veer

subterranean cyberpunk
Agrippa digital aqueduct

chats with Claude
Perplexity grokked
on the runway
Firefly takes Midjourney
listens to Suno’s music
follows Siri—
the beautiful Australian GPS girl
who leads us to victory

go ask Alice

money is a story,
a narrative everyone believes

cop the manhole
the invisible system
will eat the system

at unstoppable momentum

people speak fewer words
guardrails of contradiction
reason into catastrophic
choices creeping
deterioration of society

build the scaffolding
build the framework

in the oversight game

future lean
into the intelligence explosion

use the tool of augmentation
evolve toward Omega

humans want to live

in a paradise
of machines

restrainer

restrainer

titivating notes from old beldame

titivating notes from old beldame