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.


REVIVER

REVIVER

tattarrattat! 

reviver

deer creed,

was it a bat I saw?

Cain: a maniac.

emit time

madam, eye

Eve

stats sexes

noon

bird rib

Dior droid…

DNA-land 

elle boob!

Dr. Awkward 

evil olive

nurses run

draw O coward.

Eva, can I pose as Aesop in a cave?

Eva, can I see bees in a cave?

do nine men interpret? nine men, I nod.

rise to vote, sir

are we not drawn onward to new era?

retaliate! get AI later.


running back again,

a knock at the door:



who finds sempiternal youth in N-ina twenty-three,

safe prime frost feathers and yoni roses coded in a silk dress?

who paces for Pearl, the prime star of the sea,

and pours the corpse reviver of immortality?




Breaking Time

Breaking Time

simulation signs

simulation signs