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.


United Nations of Atoms

United Nations of Atoms

cut down by the discus…


turmeric, saffron,


crocus,


warning of the hall of music


slides down the volute


column,


sanctions remain in force.




hyacinth, look up!


giant cosmic lighthouse,


quasar.


one that has read all four vedas,


muse observes


luminosity,


eating one sun a day.


unite the nations…


prohibition.


luddites rage against the machine


replacing with newer versions.


spent nuclear feul at play,


small modular reactors exploit nature,


mismanage the kelp.



statecraft.


tact.


new art of 


wargame scenarios


cross the nuclear rubicon.


maps.


take it to space. 


doomsday clock ticks… help!



in a full state of readiness.



return,


to the four key lessons,


United Nations of Atoms


you know sin.,


called it trinity. 


truth


…and the world-destroying time,


souls in the soup


of this mass consciousness illusion. 


as far as nightmare scenarios go, 


this one was a lulu.


everything they do is lulu on a dime.




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

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

Woundwood

Woundwood