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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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)5 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)5 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
When I Met God / God Is Hiding
I. When I Met God I didn’t meet God in the hallowed halls, in the sacred spaces anointed by man. I met her in my darkest moment—
By Stacey Mataxis Whitlow (SMW)6 months ago in Poets
The Hawk, the Mermaid, and Me
Today, a hawk circled for an hour and a half overhead— watching. Hunting. Below, I floated, cocooned in water’s embrace,
By Stacey Mataxis Whitlow (SMW)6 months ago in Poets
How a Geyser Becomes a Fish
I am a well— built eons ago, cemented in stone to quench thirst, quell tears, staunch the flow— life’s elixir. My fortified walls
By Stacey Mataxis Whitlow (SMW)6 months ago in Poets
I Apologize…
I’m sorry for hiding you in mirrors for burying your fire beneath silence. I should’ve listened when you whispered through the ache.
By Stacey Mataxis Whitlow (SMW)6 months ago in Poets
What I Couldn’t See
It happened just as the world tilted forward— not with thunder, but the hush before rain. I built glass castles in the shadow of my own name—
By Stacey Mataxis Whitlow (SMW)6 months ago in Poets
How to Vanish (In Plain Sight)
Stars don’t scream when they explode— they simply vanish, leaving behind vacuums and black holes for others to orbit
By Stacey Mataxis Whitlow (SMW)6 months ago in Poets
What I Meant to Say
I have been trying to say something my whole life. But every time I get close, the words dissolve— like mist rising from a body of water
By Stacey Mataxis Whitlow (SMW)6 months ago in Poets