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.


For Sly

For Sly

white herb falling star mixes in the seasonal 

black moon, invisible against the dark sky,

born the wild one to resonate with the woods.

beryl eyes open even when the light burns. drop I,

a new world opens for the architect of the mind. 

grounded thinker, pause to walk inward with fire,

more sun than moon, charming Leo signet of sardonyx.

dark emerald courage, give plenty of peridot bearwoods,

dark royal ruby spinel, a leader of purpose and cunning.

gone gainsay two sons of metatron seven times the bitter. 

eight merlets on silver with red fleur-de-lis on gold stripes

on the crest of greatness, angel comes a wormwood sky

with the power of air, my little prince, the future is sly…




Rejoinder

Rejoinder