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.


semaphore

semaphore

sound and light, light and sound…

the universe is split in two for each of us,

into a subject and an infinity of objects.

everything in oscillation. vibrating resonance,

seismic Earth hums pulsating every 26 seconds.

it holds the moon's orbit to one face, hiding

its dark side in reflection, a mirror for the sun. 

a sparkle of fireflies flashes in unison,

an orchestra of crickets in synchrony,

alternating currents synchronize on their own

accord. neurons fire in patterns in the brain 

which does not create consciousness only constrains it.

maintain proper pH, vessels within vessels

in the architecture of the universe. electric phenomena.

rhythm helps you to hear music. recall. the sound

of silence matters. something has gone awry.

to that end, V refuses to be silent. what a chthonic queue.


W

writ wrong. the sword of the playwright wreaks of wrath.

wrestle the wreck, nothing left, that’s a wrap. shared tasks


U

classical guitars soften the rogue guest. guilt in disguise, guess 

the silhouette…built gild circuit, biscuit, or baguette. building


T

in a bustle. listen to the apostle. often in the hustle, 

you mistake the glisten of the castle and moisten the bristle.

fascinators fasten proper



P

receipts are in the cupboard. some psychotic coup,

no not the phoneme pad, pat, bad, bat. Pseudo-psychiatry

can not give you pneumonia. you are 

not the first psychotherapy English patient


N

to condemn the columns. O, that damn hymn

of solemn autumn. what would


L

talk about? all the folk that stalk on the calf’s 

behalf? who wants to walk in that almond chalk,

or take in the balm of the palm. half should. salmon


K

now you know. take the knife, take a knee.

knit the knot of knowledge, knead the knuckles

followed by n never blends with


H

the eighth letter. atomic number one, echo

chaos. a whit of wit, of humour take the anchor,

take the architect. what honor. what charisma. 

in the hour of the ghost weigh the scheme,

choreograph the chorus,


G

sign springs to action in the signature.

champagne highlight benign.

gnome design foreign align 

G note. that headcount merges

and the pain becomes part of the happiness. 

of course, stop calling them silent letters. 

the message, locked unlocked, passing the baton.

attention. error. numbers follow. wait()

entropy is information. nothing gained nothing lost

in the age of information. numbered auction lot 

moon landing mankind deciphered on San Jose mudbrick,

in a global landscape, bees navigate all realms. buzz

the space between stars. recode this.

voyager workaround interstellar turnaround 22 

on 23rd street, flatiron to flatiron. walk right in

and sit right down, commando upskirt. they know 

the alphabet code. squiggles on the page, letters 

do not make sounds, people make sounds. 

and spellings represent them. it is not random or chaotic.


E

up for debate. I do not want to drop the e in judgment

but maybe programme. make a name desire. love excites,


D

I ck vs k ruling a handsome handful. please take me to 

the edge of the bridge. raise the semaphore  flags 

               BCDEGPTV AJK FOQZ IY

which is the odd group out? look for Wednesday by


C

obscene muscles. the conscious disciple, scissor 

then resuscitate, descend then ascend. fascinate 

the conscience with fluorescent phonetic silence. 

pull out the Guidonian hand. find that middle C.

what are the letters saying? Si Ti H 7th 

note, the twelfth night, one semitone below C. 

frequency change, but it must spell Bach motif.



B

aplomb womb, climb subtle debt on lamb thumb.

no doubt, origin matters too. add letter B a prayer,

a favor, a busy worker bee waggles on a quiver.

or quaver, it just came to me. the body moves on time,

in harmony, living from event to event not by the clock.

he came, he saw, he conquered, the bearer of a signal.

carried out chunks of tasks, densely packing

spheres in a hexagonal pattern. lookalike all-seeing

eyes of Argus move through the body in motion.

215 days between two weddings, again on the high sea,

foqz are the odd group of letters out of rhyme, see.

parched and outstripped of love, as I request 

a solitary dawn somewhere coming up the central coast,

the winds split in the passes where mountain ranges

converge; one blows Santa Ana and one Diablo,

dividing paradise into two. below, in the godless yaw, 

it remains seasonless with occasional jacaranda, 

but up where the tall trees root all the seasons swirl 

into a pile waiting with bated breath for the great basin

to blow dry diablo. hear the absence of sound. pose:

mountain, downward dog, plank, warrior mode–

one and two. finish–tree, chair, butterfly, bridge, child pose.

of wild light, earth, and rage, a honeycomb semaphore.

supremacy purity in optimal package symmetry. 

beat back the colored lining of the sky, swim free 

through the white sea of infinity. to be.

pointillism

pointillism

Novalunosis

Novalunosis