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.


incabinate

incabinate

an interesting person is an event.

to be interesting

One must be thirsty for the sea.

yield a life full of parties.

incabinate, I peer from the balcony

watching the room a little slant.

give back, mark, relate the Sun

while I raise you from my apple tree.

down… the dress, the drink,

the stars you went home under.

all those awards are heavy,

relying on the old man’s money.

did you even realize we ran parallel?

the night sky played tricks

but there it was in the years,

in the waves,

in the music, an ocean of Love—

inflationary, alone, now i’ve got sunshine 

I know you felt the blaze,

and tasted my salt.

Sapianship

Sapianship

the unreal garden

the unreal garden