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.


Kangaroo Words

Kangaroo Words



I vacillate and hop around swallow words,

it’s not easy to be overt about something so covert,

but once you’ve seen them you can’t unsee them.

notice two above are anti— I follow the rules to regulate.

cut the instructor, curtail the tutor, see I am a real observer, 

the hen in the chicken coop for a kangaroo. 

a superior supervisor finding evil and ruin

in the devilish destruction at a rambunctious raucous.

it does not take a masculine liar 

to identify the male plagiarist

or to find the honorable bloom in the blossom,

or the right noble synonym inside itself.

before one deteriorates, rots, and dies,

did you know a marsupial can have multiple joeys in the pocket?

they ate. they feasted. well-fed, the trio will eat again.

the whole community houses the county and city.

within the boundary of the municipality, there is unity 

where one should be able to find the font and fund in the foundation.

I urge and encourage you to look for the smaller version.

to spot the splotch, ramble, and amble through the letters,  

just perambulate, until you find the joy in joviality. 

they are pretty grandiose!

The Penguin and The Egg

The Penguin and The Egg

In the Time of the Tellurians

In the Time of the Tellurians