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.


dimple of venus

dimple of venus

get back… get back… 

diadem oeuvre 

bouba kiki bodywork

spoken word slam jack. 

touch emerald. touch opal.

top tracks don't track.

add shine. add twerk. shake.

hold-on little voice telling me

urban line counts. subtract, 

marinate, and bake.

take the cow from the boy.

oh boy, you’re a risible rhyme toy.

city ass gallop, ass cantor,

bounce on merde. bounce rancor

won’t make a country girl fall to pieces.

blues voice-over, rap voice on the take

play Texas. pray again.

bless her, mercy, amen.

tell the midnight rider, tell the rambler,

tell the gambler he cut you down.

harmonica tongue-tied train

swift whistles walk right brain

bounce on the barrel.

bounce on the shotgun. 

what have they done to the rain?

pardon the rodeo queen,

deliver the reverse Jolene.

rolling with heat with steel

Big Mama, Big Maybelle,

sister Rosetta, Sparkle, Cordell,

what have they done to the womb?

seeded in the bush, named her rock and roll.

what have they done to the reign?

to the roots of the original bee

lost in the beat, lost in the drum? 

fiddle plead with the pilgrim,

kiss her lucky wide philtrum.

duplicitous sample Daedalian… 

horse feathers with matching hair,

where does the next sound come from?

oh boy records futures, what a pair

rubbing bumps on their heads.

human brains are getting larger.

worship the phrenology,

still believing in the charts.

ride that fast horse across genres

on the back a buffalo fatalist 

rubbing the head of musicology.

who does your partner, 

who does your locks?

hide behind your anatomical snuffbox.

dull rhinestones, all hat, no cattle. 

basketball man on Beale,

if that wasn't enough…

dimple of Venus, country rattles

the moon of Memphis. 

A Benediction

A Benediction

Hyaline Splendor

Hyaline Splendor