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.


Eagle Man

Eagle Man

for most of history, aristocracies 

were the main model of governance.

rule by the best. rule by land owners. 

who are we in a land of renters?

who are we if we can't keep our kids safe?

cowards held hostage by the lobby.

our inaction a choice. choice and autonomy.

don’t let the darkness get you down…

love is destiny, G_D infamous.

magical, musical, the feast comes to clown.

imagine life after guns, life after the gunshot, 

life after the pandemic, life endemic…life after inequality.

take away the genocides, the famine, the suicides.

still, the morbs is a contagion upon us all.

fragments of a dying comet traced the sky

and shook the ground beneath our feet in a pall. 

missed in the dimming southern light, 

shaded in the black of our choices kept tight,

in the designs of seeds time comes through to call.

eagle man followed our path with an equal blend of grace and might.

in beta we trust edgelords become tiresome.

slowed in the flow, ill-tempered corvid caw.

greedy shockwaves rattle through the system.

chaos clamors for a singularity of coincidence. woman—

of well-being economics, of ritual,

of the morning green wore her bushkin for a reason,

reality is built to optimize for the whole. 

nudge the virtual!

to unravel is to reveal…tighten the laces.

in the falling comes a fresh fragrance. 

on solar winds, as the sky descended,

the feast ended.

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Worth Of Time

Worth Of Time