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.


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repelled…

the trees have headed for the poles

silently asking, can we keep up with the shifting?

recede… 

parasites of the plant world. hydrophobic oil and water mix

in fear, again earth has separated from the universe.

reposition…

old bones and hunger stones, dried-up

dinosaur prints, ancient terrain resurface.

regain…

gravity apples the fall granting rivers personhood,

as if. what tongue? gurgle, drip, then oceans bellow

“reflow…not again till tears rain”. 

to be worth one’s salt in persistent reverie…



Interpolation

Interpolation

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137.