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.


Palimpsest

Palimpsest

one’s whole life

of information sparks

in a flash 


at last breath.

all eleven dimensions

tower, 


sandcastle structures

with cliques and cavities 

that crumble. 


the past rises for the last time,

a quantum soul

blinks its delicate disappearance.


clockwork neurons 

rise like a leviathan from deep ocean

to separate the quick


and dead cut  

with the beast of wave function.


burst of light.

spark of life.

the return.


perhaps the first time

electric conception

burns…


dull to bright, eggs of unity.

the few implant 

holy ghost hearts

that beat to the constant drum


in a nonbinary trinity.


labour effaced, the undoing

falls through the thin floor

of the present

turning back.


open mouthed

on gossamer lamina,

rewritten…

Worth Of Time

Worth Of Time

Too Close Reading... (one question, give or take five answers)

Too Close Reading... (one question, give or take five answers)