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.


shoes, sterling

shoes, sterling

i don't want a red dress

or shoes of the latest trend!

i don’t want to begin again

a bag of bones, a suit of skin!

incessant robe, de-robe, blending in!

clothe me in the morning -sun,

drape me in warm waters swim.

soft fur, dull uniform, a second skin,

i don't want to get dressed again!

can’t imagine embroidered cloth in heaven,

only caressing lights golden -sterling

equal tones flow upon the flesh, akin.

standing in the image born blend,

caressed dreams draped spin,

here i walk nude beside my friend,

red dress, evening sun, shoes sterling

club neuroenhancer

club neuroenhancer

salt cathedral

salt cathedral