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.


the moon cuts the sun—the eyes have it.  (the Purkinje effect)

the moon cuts the sun—the eyes have it. (the Purkinje effect)

the moon cuts the sun—


eyes turn to the evening.


minutes before totality,


(take off the glasses,

don’t look up)


greyish sepia dimming.

there are soundtracks,


but when the world is in the glow

 

of the ghostly white ring 


with the sun still visible,


enjoy the eerie chill in sudden silence.


that’s no mondegreen.


predictable crescents,


observe your surroundings


best in primary tones of


carmine captured flowers


that turn muted inky black. 


trueblue contrast 


this everyday slow occurrence


is sped up. eclipsed.


red next to blue and green.


turns hues of bluebonnet


and wintergreen into vibrant shades.


greensickness grows yellowish, 


mesopic vision verdured,


yellowed,


long and short wavelengths


of perceptions…


bright to dim, cone to rod. 


a quirk of the human eye,


the Purkinje shift of luminosity


can not be captured.


—the eyes have it!








familiar

familiar

United Nations of Atoms

United Nations of Atoms