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.


–to the deckle

–to the deckle

incredibly strange to join this dance,

spotting rapture live

sous-sous, sus-sous, sus-sous.

met at the museum

frozen in this weird workout,

saute– saute– saute– and sculpture.

 

life unfolds to the deckle,

disco and motown!

put opponents off guard

before attacking the page,

and stretch.

acting on second thoughts,

another shot dead hooplehead!

 

what blood has halted

after this peaceful protest?

she, past her last period–

woman, you created this

that you march against;

soutenu, soutenu, soutenu,

how long can this be sustained?

 

sickling, sickling, sickling

in sequins and tennis shoes;

connect her soul to the art

and overwhelming power

of this space.

spin in implicit gender bias,

move internalizing,

watch him that acts on second thoughts

reading the best signage,

come celebrate diversity and inclusion,

sauté de basque,

 

grande battements!

what an engagement

with he who controls time,

he who joins the guild.

radiating grains of rich woods

the clock strikes, the alarm sounds,

disco and motown!

longcase equation regulator

vibrates shells and flowers

to the edge,

exploding this space in solar rays,

not just the time of day…

who is fickle?

wait for balthasar’s email: aphorism #215!

the meat of the matter

runs all the way -to the deckle.





 

Braiders In A Fugue

Braiders In A Fugue

Causeway

Causeway