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.


Sonic Apocalypse

Sonic Apocalypse


the lights went out

and the crowd went wild.

false flag, privilege, 

a punk show on the Bart.

ride the viral rush

hour of silence

changes a bird’s tune.

bouquet, charm to murder

songs after the pandemic.

gulls from the skeleton crew.


dolphins are screaming!

click, whistle, dream weaver

over anthropogenic noise

warm the ocean. rage-on teaser.

sonic apocalypse!


combustible chargers,

trucks over the decibels,

modified lowriders,

notice the strip rumble.

they backfire music on the roof.


foghorn, Golden Gate bridge hum,

St. Peter and St. Paul tower bell rung.

howling city soundscape, ballistic

mariachis, and leaf blowers.

sonic apocalypse!


chemical victim train car,

pigeon manhole covers,

thrash about mosh pit-style 

waiting for the manifolds

to breathe the freshest air

after atmospheric rivers,


wild storms flood open elliptic,

parts the ocean blowing back sadistic

freshwater. louder, sonic apocalypse!

quake the earth off-axis, mistpouffer's sit.

echo turns to frozen stone. babel returns


Xerxes blaring kaleidoscope,

wings flap sonic dope. 

rapid transit.

Meta-Renascence

Meta-Renascence

Age of Apathy

Age of Apathy