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.


contronyms flip

contronyms flip

he says his first aloha on New Year's Day.

tricksters together on Maui to gather island time

contronyms, flip two-faced Janus of January.

cleave to the old counting of what is left,

dust off the dust, sprinkle the loaf,

they cleave the year. both left

before the smell of pumpkin spice

permeated the air.

pat, powder, dust with flour,

overseeing the hot kitchen

where the window frames the overlook.

how could he? how dare he,

overlook the weathered vases of flowers.

the fire burned, 

and waves of bioluminescence roared

with little solace on many shores.

they weathered many storms,

who could back up their claims?

out of time, out of place,

two zebras grazed on the hill.

giraffes back up to the tree line.

all shapes and sizes of pumpkins 

cut from the stem lay in winrows to the ocean.

vapors, hands fan off the frost.

on a fine horsehair settee, catch faint. 

fine wafting vapors of baked

camomile and lavender tea cakes

cooling for the frosting of strawberries.

under the painting in the original pitted frame,

the chef contemplated his original dish.

gourd, squash, pepo, jack-o-lantern. ripe vine

harvest. look of torture, a character out of the pit, 

a testudinal creep selling mock tortoiseshell.

they hung on the wall…

a dish walks in and gulps another tall drink of water.

he removed the final pit from the stone fruit

bound for the recipe he was concocting on the side.

she was still getting ready brushing her hair

and bound her French twist

in tortoise. living rent-free in his head,

her hair would remain fast when she was ready to bolt.

architecture illuminated with Kilmt, 

it was Verdi for one night’s rent

before they met again. hair in the souffle,

with the sanction top-billed in the program,

a peer afterparty to present his apology.

the loneliest star, the mouth of the fish,

Fomalhaut catches their eye.

atonement 9 Tishrei 5784

pink roses on the spiral,

proteins are like Spiderman in the multiverse.

three-letter code… he cooked up

alpha missense to make sense to peers.

she was sure to sanction all advances,

deepmind hunts her down with a wanton apology,

and before the safe word could bolt her down

before another equinox fully tilts, she says a final aloha.

iphones and zoombombing

iphones and zoombombing

burners

burners