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.


midwinter

midwinter

cold solstice when the sun stands still 

lounging in the tropic of Capricorn 

latitude– it only gets brighter from here

sol straight overhead at high noon uphill

following the calendar of the heavens

attitude– head for cross-quarter days 

finding beauty in the dark night of the soul

asking will the birds whistle in January?

Burning The Old Year 2019-2020

Burning The Old Year 2019-2020

flowers for ears

flowers for ears