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.


peace eiffel

peace eiffel

wrought iron on the champ de mars

drips bitter tears, then goes dark!

 

 

how will we find our way,

 

gather the borders, climb the stairs?

 

forget lighted candles! forget paris syndrome,

 

a bloodbath in chanel and one broken heel,

 

suspended reality out of solidarity.

 

the world is watching!

 

crimes against humanity take terror's toll,

 

no fear!

an imaginary peace eiffel erected itself in my head.

 

dance sans pants waiting for charlie’s response.

 

drop another tragic ball, music bleeds

 

on her streets. love is always in the air to catch the affair,

 

gather the moveable feast.

 

secrets travel faster and insults grow more elegant,

 

we have seen her beauty and it belongs to us,

 

so what color will we relight our tower?

 

bleu, blanc, et rouge!

paris is our explanation, our place!

again she takes it on the chin,

 

porte ouverte!

 

steele dressed in lace...

 

remember love wins!

 

 

REOPENING THE gates of vienna

REOPENING THE gates of vienna

campus obscura

campus obscura