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.


poets electra

poets electra

digging through artifacts with aplomb,

looking for lines that leap and sing.

fonts are songs, typeface the album,

quirky but formal, a distinct wingding.

 

set down warm ideas in metaphoric flood,

muse coursing with hot human blood,

revenge a murder but appease the furies.

chant texture yes, but it must croon electric appeal,

 

hot metal shavings jump cold screen hung juries.

a to z emotions for eyes in affection to zeal,

mind, heart, and soul to fingers on keys.

strike bold, take hold of the binary disease,

 

gasp for life, forced to birth integrated circuits

as if they were the nerves of a person. 

float to life chalk sidewalk in graffiti spectra

brushing past silicon doodling chip art.

 

mortised, kerned, and restored for the heart,

eras past sing alive poetic poets electra.

on catenary curve

on catenary curve

hybridizing

hybridizing