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.


laughter

laughter

who else is worried about the future?

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two by two truthers, birthers, listen flat earthers

you forgot juno made it to jupiter!

 

young earthers mecca in kentucky.

man named ham, thinks he’s noah. lucky

 

quaker carpenters. grand theft screen

emoji splash pop-up ads makes skin crawl,

 

subliminally. sure you want to leave,

page turning culture getting ruder,

 

bull at the winnowing fork, hackers gonna hack,

rewrite history for the future.

 

tracking the new migration,

birdvox recognizes that nightcall

 

exit vote hinging on misinformation.

droppin, drinkin, rollin on a gimbal

 

genetically heading to a dumber future.

devolution spinnin in the rhymezone,

 

reluctant. there is an app for all of us.

gyroscoping machine learning memoirists,

 

if you are magic, cast no shadows!

multiple fatalities! there’s no shade in the future

 

for the man defined by someone else’s past.

fragile pseudo intellect decipher the math,

 

hang with the aventador tribe. survive thinking

in threes! right brain, right time, right place,

 

wrong future! the emp got the phantom,

now there’s no bodies left in atlanta.

 

walls echo awumbuk, death by propaganda!

don’t be landlocked by algorithms, google uganda.

umpty! umpty! umpty! it is all too much, too sure.

umpty, umpty, umpty, who knows the cure?

 

The Jacarandas Are Blooming

The Jacarandas Are Blooming

fire star opposition

fire star opposition