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.


Monolith

Monolith

monolith... 

whisperer,

you have transcended

granite

monolith,

a narrative

shimmering 

in possibilities.

monolith... 

the cube  

between Berlin clocks

of mammon

poison,

fragmented reflections

on triangular facades.

monolith

wall piece

of ambient fear

and endless appetites

for war,

orbital debris fall

on coding architecture.

monolith...

natural

coping mechanisms, 

experimental archeology.

between 

subtle shading

and absence of light

lies the nuance of iqlusion.

monolith–

slab

sandwiched copper plates

of other elements:

water, plants, quartz, petrified wood.

compass rose points 

cipher dates

to the lodestone, there I stood–

monolith…

open-space. open-mind.

un-quarried,

the earth makes her’s understood.

Walking Backwards

Walking Backwards

The Great Pause

The Great Pause