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.


night butterflies

night butterflies

between the light pillars wings open

night butterflies take the sky coloring 

winter wolves above and below broken

left for dead under mink pelts shallow tokens

I slept dreaming an infinity surfing solar winds

out past the ring of fire hands opening seeds

they are everywhere in light in shadows black

in very dark matter deep vixen fifth element

night butterflies alive luminiferous aether x17

between the light pillars wings open 

dark void nothingness full of magnetic consciousness

particle messengers quintessence metamorphosis 

but existence is prior to measurement at 115 degrees

I wake at an odd angle vibrating in the highest form

night butterflies take the sky lovingly 

between the light pillars wings open






flowers for ears

flowers for ears

White Night of Bliss

White Night of Bliss