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.


Second Sun

Second Sun

second sun

 

you

are natural disaster

so hot

 

you

eat light

the color of asphalt

 

you

nemesis

spin into the interior

 

heart pumps

one more time around

the sun

 

elliptical

three fingered salute

wrench shadows

delete

 

you

 

change shoes

through another

window

everyone exists

in their own space

 

you

live rare

live only the swain

secret

shade of blood

in a room full of reds

 

you

second sun

love

 

Redundant Man Dance with MetaMe

Redundant Man Dance with MetaMe

Artificer

Artificer