Stacey Mataxis Whitlow (SMW)

Joined July 2022

77 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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Guardian
Night crushes the glass a lamp keeps watch over us until morning breaks
By Stacey Mataxis Whitlow (SMW)3 days ago in Poets
A haven
Gloves drying by vents the house exhales softly now that we are all safe
By Stacey Mataxis Whitlow (SMW)3 days ago in Poets
Mug Life
Mug warming my hands steam lifts like a soft promise outside, the snow melts
By Stacey Mataxis Whitlow (SMW)3 days ago in Poets
Just Breathe
His breath fogs the glass I press my palm to the heat the night held at bay
By Stacey Mataxis Whitlow (SMW)3 days ago in Poets
The Tree That Silently Watched . Honorable Mention in Roots and Branches Challenge. Top Story - December 2025.
For thousands of years, I have watched man’s blood run thick through the river that meanders beside me. Rooted to this spot,
By Stacey Mataxis Whitlow (SMW)about a month ago in Poets
What the Roots Remember, What the Branches Dream
The stones lean in to hear my name as I pass— as if memory has a mouth and has been waiting for me to reply. I come from a lineage
By Stacey Mataxis Whitlow (SMW)about a month ago in Poets
The Body Keeps the Echo. Content Warning.
I keep reaching for the girl she was before the world broke her open again. The past returns in splinters, small enough to pierce but not to name.
By Stacey Mataxis Whitlow (SMW)about a month ago in Poets
The Map of Southern Silence
—a map of inherited hush, lineage, ghosted truth, and what it means to grow up inside a legacy that whispers more than it speaks--
By Stacey Mataxis Whitlow (SMW)2 months ago in Humans
The Map of an American Dream Unraveling
We didn’t know we were making a map back then. At least not a traditional map one folds or pins to a wall, Not the kind left sticky in the bottom of a forgotten glove box, replaced by a newer shinier technology capable of getting us from point A to point Z faster and more efficiently.
By Stacey Mataxis Whitlow (SMW)2 months ago in Humans
Moon’s Testimony
🌒 Author’s Note In Aztec myth, Coyolxauhqui was slain by her brother, the sun god Huitzilopochtli, and her dismembered body became the moon. This letter gives her voice back—part daughter, part mother, part divine rebellion—where broken light becomes its own holiness.
By Stacey Mataxis Whitlow (SMW)2 months ago in Poets
Letter to La Luna
You have followed me through lifetimes— through smoke, moss, and bone, through the long hush between stars. You remember, don’t you,
By Stacey Mataxis Whitlow (SMW)2 months ago in Poets
The Keyhole and the Tower
(A Short Story for the Vocal Media Keyhole Challenge) ________________________________________ The slit in the dome opens like a wound in the sky.
By Stacey Mataxis Whitlow (SMW)2 months ago in Fiction