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.


Velella velella

Velella velella

Velella! velella,

let me get my camera.

so cosmopolitan your colony,

you reflect an eerie symphony,

fringing beach walks purplish-blue.

by-the-wind sailors carried free,

rafts at the mercy of the sea. 

Velella velella,

tiny concentric sails, I bid you ado. 

a song on thin cellophane

caught on the breeze’s riff,

an engineering marvel in a wind shift.

hydrozoan dilemma on the swell,

teacups with tentacles, strand upwell.

parisology in the middle

parisology in the middle

second earth

second earth