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 Time Of Undine

The Time Of Undine

It takes my breath away


in this age of radical evils,

water holds us in its memory.


water dissolves crystalline honey

from the buccaneers of buzz. 


elements tightening spring gilt surcingles

over tule elk in death throw fuzz,


disrupt self-serving deterministic fevers.

black bees, drought deceivers


waggle to the trough at pierce point

creating angels in echos of hallelujahs.


sow trees of foundation... misdirect, disjoint,

misremember, believe just marin medusas. 


water wed julep muse of probable impossibilities, 

the universe’s fracture did jar and spill


forgotten care of creation responsibilities.

seeds grow a new rib from the apple eye


of farmed humans. consume marrows of the hill.

water demands in brine, bloodline


of restoration through word skeletons.

naming stronger...now is the time of undine.

Strawberrying

Strawberrying

Berkeley Vagaries

Berkeley Vagaries