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.


Viz Viz

Viz Viz

what a quiz

caught on camera 

glowing again

viz viz

you stand too close to the edge

Uranus of innovation

by saying nothing

you told me everything


in a manner of speaking

semantics won’t do

to wit it grew

viz viz

up the hill sphere 

of gravitational influence

that is to say afterburn 

there are planets within 

and I’ve eaten Mars and Saturn


so in a manner of speaking

I just want to say

the mind is its own place

viz viz

making heavens and hells

escape or exit 

Pluto is nowhere to dwell 

the semicolon twisted

where do you find beauty 

and freedom from suffering 

I’m in the Plumeria 

there are Palms to revisit


give me the words

that tell me nothing 

and everything at the same time

videlicet

patterns trace body language

past the black sun edged in yellow

in a mass of melancholy

Jupiter’s expansion Neptune's spirits

leave room for death

make friends with a whisper of reality

the thought that we must die is the reason 

we must live well 


as it were in a sense

plant a prime meridian of milkweed 

sweet vanilla spicy ripe honey smell

viz viz 

namely planets of sacrificial feelings

in a garden of the oval egg

sphere of influence nowise

tied up in controversy  

turn space art into cosmic reality


Haumea observe Makemake 

Zoozve the Mercury grazer Earth crosser

strange quasi-moon of Venus

videlicet

moonset the epithets

in your space keep going

from Ceres to Eris

many potentially hazardous enders

travel the lamina agora bicameral

capture that energy blow it all to flinders

Intelligent Attraction

Intelligent Attraction

sexagesimal joule

sexagesimal joule