Stacey Mataxis Whitlow (SMW)

Joined July 2022

78 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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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
The Hunt
“We are hunters of meaning in a forest of symbols.” — after Charles Baudelaire I. The Call It begins with a single breath—
By Stacey Mataxis Whitlow (SMW)2 months ago in Poets
Demeter
her hands plant apples-- red as the blood of the son-- winter waits to fall.
By Stacey Mataxis Whitlow (SMW)4 months ago in Poets
Autumn
autumn gathers wheat her skirt dragging leaves of fire her mouth stained with wine
By Stacey Mataxis Whitlow (SMW)4 months ago in Poets
Cobblestone Leaves
a stooped little man sweeps the wizened cobblestones with his witch’s broom
By Stacey Mataxis Whitlow (SMW)4 months ago in Poets
Time Falls. Honorable Mention in Falling Leaves Challenge.
time slips, bleeds umber, before the world falls silent— one last echoed breath
By Stacey Mataxis Whitlow (SMW)4 months ago in Poets
🕯 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)5 months ago in Poets