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.


The daughter of Titan is my realtor

The daughter of Titan is my realtor

You heard me right. The daughter of Titan is my realtor.

The queen of the fairies had me out dancing all night.

All I wanted was a new house. Tatiana, I pleaded, “stop”.

So she invited me over for cocktails. All her friends were asses.

She promised to show me the latest listings in my area.

Then she invited me to her wedding. I believe she wed 

A gorgeous little person. I swear, Titania, what spell is this? 

Are you really an active member of NAR. What flowers she sent.

To her high loveliness and by her own grace,

Then Tatiana tried to sell me a cave. Lord of the dreams…send the sandman.

I will remember this. She slurred, “send in my assistants”.

To Boil Nectar

To Boil Nectar

Poetry Writing Prompts #0

Poetry Writing Prompts #0