Stacey Mataxis Whitlow (SMW)

Joined July 2022

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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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A Journey Through Life
I released my words to the world in 2022. I have since had great luck publishing and winning a few smaller awards. This is the life I always dreamed of but was never brave enough to embrace...until my world fell apart in 2019 and I could no longer hold it all inside. Sometimes our darkest moments require just the right amount of fire. The perfect amount to burn it all down and rise again. My life as a writer began when my life as a teacher ended.
By Stacey Mataxis Whitlow (SMW)about a year ago in Journal
the stuff of fairytales (mid res) . Content Warning.
“Perhaps you have figured it out by now, but little girls don’t stay little forever. They grow into strong women that return to destroy your world.” McKayla Maroney
By Stacey Mataxis Whitlow (SMW)about a year ago in Poets
Eternal Wanderings
@ Small Gem Press 2025 I traveled through the torii (鳥居) today in search of Benzaiten. I dined with bees. Feasted on plants.
By Stacey Mataxis Whitlow (SMW)2 years ago in Poets
A Marriage Blessing (II)
There is a reason that all fairy tales end with weddings. Many believe it is because married life is too mundane to be exciting;
By Stacey Mataxis Whitlow (SMW)2 years ago in The Swamp
Foundations & Frames
Foundations & Frames Decaying houses resting on crumbling foundations. Ghostly shadows dressed in remembered riches twirling under flickering lights meandering endless halls.
By Stacey Mataxis Whitlow (SMW)3 years ago in Poets
Intentions
This nugget is dedicated to my writers’ group (Sandhills Writers) and their monthly one word writing challenges that must be 50 words or less.
By Stacey Mataxis Whitlow (SMW)3 years ago in Poets
Challenge
If I wrote you a ludicrous limerick would you consider me a dick? Or perhaps a poet, who simply didn’t know it as the little death of a poetic prick.
By Stacey Mataxis Whitlow (SMW)3 years ago in Poets
The Heavens
cerulean heavens; fire and ice; air and water; life’s elementals;
By Stacey Mataxis Whitlow (SMW)3 years ago in Poets
No Moore Power …
I don’t post about politics here; I dabble in my poetry. Honestly, I haven’t truly participated in political activism since I was arrested with the Reverend Barber during NC’s Moral Monday marches, which occurred long before “Trump’s America” took hold and began unraveling democracy one frayed thread at a time. I left the fight long ago.
By Stacey Mataxis Whitlow (SMW)3 years ago in Humans
Coal Mountain
in the beast’s belly the dreams of men swallowed whole mouths gaping open
By Stacey Mataxis Whitlow (SMW)3 years ago in Poets
Grandfather Mountain
the old man stands guard above the valley below father to us all
By Stacey Mataxis Whitlow (SMW)3 years ago in Poets
Mount St. Helens
spitting fire and ashe like the phoenix before her she rises again
By Stacey Mataxis Whitlow (SMW)3 years ago in Poets