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.


Hexagon

Hexagon

 

Weeds are unloved flowers. 

Take the nutritious dandelion, 

its shape of the lion’s tooth

al dente, al dente! 

 

Taste it, all of it, 

then cut to the ground! 

Its tender leaves

feed the rare and the wild

that bring the greatest diversity. 

 

The rarest species are the most important, 

even the lowly dandelion knows this. 

 

Who planted shady pepper tree seed

under tall palms with only their sliver of shadow

at the end of the romantic tunnel on Marengo? 

Who dropped chequered snake’s head fritillary

drying up the water? 

Another flower out of place... 

 

let the body transform, 

become like water.,

seeping  through the cracks.

Honey drips through the hexagon! 

Out of the great void, 

the flower of life sings to the bee

 

going the way of the xerces blue. 

Where are the almonds, BOB? Handsome  

black and metallic blue orchard bee

come from your nest underground,  

bring back the native gardens  

of poppies, sunflowers, and soap bush lilac ceanothus.  

 

The rarest species are the most important, 

every specialist and solitary bee knows this. 

 

  

Kobe Station

Kobe Station

The Third Coming

The Third Coming