Stacey Mataxis Whitlow (SMW)

Joined July 2022

84 stories

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Welcome to my brain. My daydreams are filled with an unquenchable wanderlust, and an unrequited love affair with words haunts my sleepless nights. I do some of my best work here, my messiest work for sure. Want more? https://a.co/d/iBToOK8

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🕯 Solstice Blessings
May these words find you just when you need them most— not a moment sooner, not a breath too late. May they arrive like a hush
By Stacey Mataxis Whitlow (SMW)5 months ago in Poets
The Tree of Life
The Devil’s Tower rises from earth to heaven, bark turned to stone, 800 feet of column carved straight into the sky. Some say it was once a tree —
By Stacey Mataxis Whitlow (SMW)5 months ago in Poets
The Mothership
The Devil’s Tower rises from earth to heaven, bark turned to stone, 800 feet of column carved straight into the sky. Some say it was once a tree — the only tree large enough to reach the heavens, the trunk our ladder, the branches our passage. The stuff of creation myths, a universal truth.
By Stacey Mataxis Whitlow (SMW)5 months ago in Fiction
Sanctuary. Content Warning.
No more desks to hide beneath. Only church pews, polished wood, knees pressed to linoleum, children whispering (heads bowed, hands clasped)
By Stacey Mataxis Whitlow (SMW)5 months ago in Poets
When the World Tilted Forward. Content Warning.
It happened just as the world tilted forward— a pencil dropped, a silence cracked, then a sound split everything open.
By Stacey Mataxis Whitlow (SMW)5 months ago in Poets
Black Moon Planting
Tonight, beneath the hidden moon, I lay down my old burdens— doubt, hesitation, a trembling silence. I cast them into the fertile dark,
By Stacey Mataxis Whitlow (SMW)6 months ago in Poets
The Fates on Wallstreet
The Devil wears Prada. Father Time wears a Rolex. The Muses sing beguiling melodies on Broadway. The Fates foretell of future failures.
By Stacey Mataxis Whitlow (SMW)6 months ago in Poets
Founding Mothers
On the Capital’s Mall, tourists are dwarfed by giants— bronze and marble fathers, larger than life, ordained by the heavens,
By Stacey Mataxis Whitlow (SMW)6 months ago in Poets
Mother’s Magic
There are moments when the magic shimmers— just out of reach. A shadow caught from the corner of my eye where everything shines
By Stacey Mataxis Whitlow (SMW)6 months ago in Poets
Ash and Breath: A Midsummer Transformation. Honorable Mention in Everything Looks Better From Far Away Challenge.
Story Synopsis: On the longest night of the year, a woman returns to a forgotten fire wearing the dress of her ancestors. What she finds beneath the lace, the silence, and the stars may change her forever. Something unseen is watching. Something that reminds her of what she tried to forget.
By Stacey Mataxis Whitlow (SMW)6 months ago in Fiction
The Ones Who Rise. Content Warning.
Little girls don’t stay little forever. Beautifully innocent, dependent on a world that rarely loves them correctly.
By Stacey Mataxis Whitlow (SMW)6 months ago in Poets
The God Who Remembers the Forgotten Girls. Content Warning.
The god of forgotten girls does not sit on a throne. She squats in corners, barefoot and wild-eyed, braiding strands of unspoken dreams
By Stacey Mataxis Whitlow (SMW)6 months ago in Poets