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.


sexagesimal joule

sexagesimal joule

His face appeared to me as long and large

As is at Rome the pine-cone of Saint Peter's. -Dante’s Divine Comedy


the entire universe — is a neural network —

a living, evolving, self-organizing entity —

upload on the conduit of all things, serenity— 

within light— consciousness is contained—


spacetime spirals flat — spins, and shakes

from singular point, indivisible — cast sacred shapes —

heartbeat — sixty joules a minute,

breath to syllable — calibrate sound —

sparks slide trion re — pound for pound—


earthly ablution fractals — electric sparks 

out to sea form perfect hexagons with ease — 

hunter nimrod TeV range sublimity — bubbles, and bees — 

length, width, breath, and time—  wandering 

vagus — mycelium and roots of trees —


if they differ, if they do — fine-tune —

the first league out past planet blue —  seashell 

the shell, galaxies to galaxies — ecstasy to source —

dorsal to ventral — sexagessimal glass octopus —


grains snake in cosmic sand —  dust to dust

in the chaos of delight — celestial autobahn —

pressure rush, six easy pieces in the gut —

wake event horizon in neuron sphere — drones —

break the circle —  space manifold pinecones —

Viz Viz

Viz Viz

He is a Jezebel

He is a Jezebel