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November 16, 2014
humansofnewyork:
"We did a cabaret show together back when we...
"We did a cabaret show together back when we were younger. He was 29. I was 42. And we were both married at the time. He called me up twenty years later when he was passing through my town. We’d both gotten divorced. After we met for drinks, he leaned down and kissed me, and said: ‘I wanted to do that 20 years ago.’ Then a semi-automatic drove by and honked the horn, I swear to God. It was all very exciting. I mean, I was a grandmother! So on our second date, I said: ‘Before we order, I just want to let you know that I want to go to bed with you.’ Then I took him home and we didn’t leave for three days."
November 15, 2014
* ONE * WEEK * TIL * THIS * BAD * GIRL * BOOK * RELEASE *
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* ONE * WEEK * TIL * THIS * BAD * GIRL * BOOK * RELEASE *
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The Year Jennifer Died by Jeanann Verlee
after Megan Falley
You are six, perhaps seven. The clumsy rumple of your skirt
as you scale the oversized steps. Your tiny body tottering,
eclipsed by the columns of the school’s daunting face.
Your mother has just lost the baby and your small mouth
doesn’t have words for death so you go on as…
November 14, 2014
I've been dying to find a copy of After the Witch Hunt and I was wondering if you knew any stores that still did? Or, if you have any that you're selling? You're my favorite poet and it'd mean so much, thanks!
this is so sweet! it’s on amazon & powell’s and some bookstores - you can always ask a local bookstore to order it if it’s not in! or i can send you a copy autographed! e-mail meganfalley@gmail.com & i’ll hook it up !
November 13, 2014
NOVEMBER POETRY PROMPT #13:Honestly I was never a big Taylor...
NOVEMBER POETRY PROMPT #13:
Honestly I was never a big Taylor Swift fan before but I think she’s doing truly exciting things with her new album 1989, which I’ve been rocking out to on my long drives while on tour. I also think this new video for “Blank Space” is the BADDEST and I love how Tay-Tay takes what the tabloids say about her and turns it up ten notches for this. How she becomes a caricature of her public criticism here. She almost parodies herself. I feel pretty empowered by that idea. Do you?
Today, I want you to write a poem where you take the worst things people say about you and TURN IT UP. Like oh, you think I’m fat? Well watch me eat the ocean. Let me slice this subway open with a fork and knife. Oh, you think I’m too gay? I tattooed my entire body as a rainbow and here I am, waving outside your home and work place establishment. I sneeze glitter.
Have fun writing this one. Have as much fun as T-SWIFT looks like she’s having in this rad, rad video.
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November 12, 2014
PANK Magazine :: 9.11 / November 2014 :: Lana Del Rey Helps Me Decide What My Pussy Tastes Like by Megan Falley
It can’t taste like Pepsi-Cola she says.
That’s what mine tastes like. And no one’s
pussy tastes like mine.
She’s sitting on my bathroom sink and painting
her toenails a flamingo shade. Think of something
American she tells me. Not like—hot dogs
or anything. She laughs and a diamond tooth
catches the sunlight. Cherry pie
is too obvious. Think fireworks, or money.
The national anthem. The American Flag.
I was a vegetarian waitress at a burger joint once.
People would ask which cow was my favorite—curious
about my brand of blood. I’m reminded of that now,
while Lana Del Rey tries to decide what my pussy tastes like
without ever having tried it.
It is a rite of passage for us girls—to name
our favorite daughters. To taste our cake
and christen it too. To find out what it answers
to when called for in the dark.
And I have to find out what it tastes like, because a man
on the corner of Flatbush Ave and Church
Street asks every time I pass him.
My pussy tastes like skinny dipping
in a glass of bourbon. It tastes like brass knuckles
and blush. It tastes like pop stars eating Poptarts.
Tastes like your mother’s does. Like a small
knife. It tastes like your favorite cock-
tail spiked with antifreeze. It tastes like you
can try it, you can love it, but it will
kill you.
It will kill you.
[Read more of Megan Falley’s work here.]
November 11, 2014
PANK Magazine :: 9.11 / November 2014 :: Lana Del Rey Travels Back to the Summer of 2006 to Tell Me Something About My First Love by Megan Falley
Remember this.
How his old car wheezes down your block and how it always feels like a chariot. How he lures music out of your dusty guitar and you write down a metaphor for your body. Remember the parking lot. The pipe you carve out of an apple. How he looks at you. The boxed-wine of your purple mouth. Remember waiting in his passenger seat as you watch him buy condoms and a pint of ice cream. Remember shooting illegal fireworks at the end of the cul-de-sac at his drunk uncle’s barbecue, how they scratch the sky.
You will lose this. No one ever thinks it’s possible.
The chariot will shrink back into a 1986 civic and disappear around the corner. The guitar becomes a mute decoration. The high fades, the apple rots. He never looks at you. The condoms expire in his wallet. The fireworks scar into a new sky, for new lovers. And you’ll hurt worse than the songs say. And you’ll swear you won’t ever fall again. And you will. But never like this. Like the first. You won’t ride pegs. You’ll swear by seatbelts. And when another one says ’til the end of time, you’ll know.
[Read more of Megan Falley’s work here.]
November 10, 2014
VIRGINIA 10th - Virginia Commonwealth University. University...
VIRGINIA 10th - Virginia Commonwealth University. University Student Commons. 907 Floyd Avenue. Richmond, VA 23284. 7PM.
November 9, 2014
"Fat Girl" by Megan Falley
Every time this poem is posted...
"Fat Girl" by Megan Falley
Every time this poem is posted somewhere, I have to brace myself, because I know that people will crawl out of the darkest corners of the internet to call me a “fat bitch”, to tell me to “stop whining and put down the fork/go for a run”, tell me that I am too fat to be listened to, far worse… Those voices (which I try to keep the volume of far quieter than the people who write that they are empowered/seen by this piece - love you too btw!) think they have more of a right to my body than I do, and it is those voices that keep this poem relevant, those voices that push me to still close out almost all of my performances with this poem, even though I have far newer and better crafted works. As long as people tell me to shut up I will never stop sharing this truth. In this society, one of the most revolutionary things a woman can do is love herself and her body out loud. This terrifies people who want to continue to treat women like objects. So for that reason I send immense amount of love out to every troll too, and I hope those people can come to feel the love and acceptance for themselves that I felt in the twenty minutes it took to scribble this poem out in a mad emotional fever, and the hundreds of times I perform it. We all deserve, even if it is fleeting, that ‘fuck you’ moment. So go ahead, turn the lights on.
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OHHHH MY GODDDD I THOUGHT SHE WAS GONNA DO BLACK FACE BUT IT TURNED OUT SO MUCH BETTER THAN I EXPECTED
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