Stacey Mataxis Whitlow (SMW)

Joined July 2022

83 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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There Were Signs. Honorable Mention in Masks We Wear Challenge. Content Warning.
ah, my brilliant girl— you made a tactical mistake in the war you waged upon yourself. you underestimated your opponents
By Stacey Mataxis Whitlow (SMW)7 months ago in Poets
Explosions
When I first tried to come down to earth there was a huge explosion. A violent burst of becoming- a rift torn in the veil
By Stacey Mataxis Whitlow (SMW)7 months ago in Poets
“When I First Tried to Come Down to Earth”
When I first tried to come down to Earth, there was an explosion. Not fire— but the collapse of a name too large for breath,
By Stacey Mataxis Whitlow (SMW)7 months ago in Poets
The Outer Banks, NC
I built glass castles on top of sandy, shifting shores— until high tide returned to wash them all away. I have thrown worry stones
By Stacey Mataxis Whitlow (SMW)7 months ago in Poets
New Mexico (Mid Res)
On the driest day, beneath a sun that sears what it should have warmed, they root in silence— not in soil, but in the fractured mouths
By Stacey Mataxis Whitlow (SMW)7 months ago in Poets
If Only the Sea Could Love a Star. Runner-Up in Light Breaks Water Challenge. Top Story - July 2025.
A beam of light— a golden breath, a whisper of want, a slip of gold skimming across the water. Apollo leans in,
By Stacey Mataxis Whitlow (SMW)7 months ago in Poets
The Absence of Me. . Winner in You Were Never Really Here Challenge.
The door is locked. It hasn’t been opened in six days. Beyond it, the world hums like a distant machine. Muffled footsteps of a mother too afraid to knock can be heard outside the door. The whirring pulse of the ceiling fan overhead adds an off rythm ticking and underneath it all, the quiet click-click of something inside my skull trying to reboot itself.
By Stacey Mataxis Whitlow (SMW)7 months ago in Fiction
Silence
@ Bonaventure Cemetery, Savannah, Georgia The living walk amongst the dead; every day, under the southern sun. Their cultivated whispers
By Stacey Mataxis Whitlow (SMW)8 months ago in Poets
Wanderings
@ Denver's Botanical Gardens, 2022 Apparently, one should never go to the gardens alone, or so says the kind old man, with the puzzled face,
By Stacey Mataxis Whitlow (SMW)8 months ago in Poets
I am love
I am Simple Easy Not a raging inferno Burning down the world That is passion. I’m never hurtful or destructive I won’t trap you
By Stacey Mataxis Whitlow (SMW)12 months ago in Poets
The Feminine Mystique
They say that you can never go home again, and that must be the case. I walked across Pangaea so long ago; I forgot it ever existed.
By Stacey Mataxis Whitlow (SMW)about a year ago in Poets
The Golden Brick Road
my road to hell was built with would haves and could haves, wishes and promises, fairy tales and fables, shared around the hearth's fire,
By Stacey Mataxis Whitlow (SMW)about a year ago in Poets