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.


totem hierophany

totem hierophany

intruder–

before and after,

broke through time,

a force of nature.

brutal hierophany,

not religious but still divine

behind, on top, alongside.

heightened–

the grip on the totem, 

dare to be wise.

there is no sacred,

there is no profane,

shared taboo

accursed in pain.

intruder!

friends–

a slow moiety

a wanting

kisses the deviance, 

revealing radiance 

as the clouds blow away,

opening the view.

islet, reef, cay,

fight fire with fire

exploding 18 Dzi agate pearls.

nature– 

ready to reveal

deep, truly deeply deep.

mountain, tree, stamen,

elastic scattering 

many lives in one collusion.

animated merkin the subject 

to dare to know

a wild boar of Capri...

we invited to the dinner party,

coco, goat, turtle Roques, and whale.

surrounded by the Tyrrhenian sea

frisson–

euphoria, skin thrills

in the meridian response. 

metal codpiece bubbles

arousal riddling with the Sphinx:

to know, to will, to dare and to keep silent!

quote the wall, Sapere Aude... 

“oser vouloir savoir se taire”

sea urchin– 

blue cave, frisson

coney peace whispering chill

on the crest a rabbit.

folded wings of silence,

windows on the ocean behold:

anemone, frangipanis, mammillaria nivosa, 

a mythopoetic lover of fate totem,

the quest a habit.

scourge of 13 mosquitos

scourge of 13 mosquitos

The Bell

The Bell