Megan Falley's Blog, page 50
February 5, 2014
"I wonder what would have happened
if your kindness was enough
for a girl like me?"
if your kindness was enough
for a girl like me?”
- megan falley, from “boysenberry” (via sea-change)
February 4, 2014
poems: Megan Falley | union station magazine
Hi There!
I have TWO new poems published in the latest issue of Union Station Magazine. They’re a little sneak peak into my next book “Redhead and the Slaughter King” forthcoming on Write Bloody Press in the Fall. Let me know what you think!
February 1, 2014
"Last week, Woody Allen was nominated for his latest Oscar. But this time, I refuse to fall apart...."
Last week, Woody Allen was nominated for his latest Oscar. But this time, I refuse to fall apart. For so long, Woody Allen’s acceptance silenced me. It felt like a personal rebuke, like the awards and accolades were a way to tell me to shut up and go away. But the survivors of sexual abuse who have reached out to me – to support me and to share their fears of coming forward, of being called a liar, of being told their memories aren’t their memories – have given me a reason to not be silent, if only so others know that they don’t have to be silent either.
Today, I consider myself lucky. I am happily married. I have the support of my amazing brothers and sisters. I have a mother who found within herself a well of fortitude that saved us from the chaos a predator brought into our home.
But others are still scared, vulnerable, and struggling for the courage to tell the truth. The message that Hollywood sends matters for them.
What if it had been your child, Cate Blanchett? Louis CK? Alec Baldwin? What if it had been you, Emma Stone? Or you, Scarlett Johansson? You knew me when I was a little girl, Diane Keaton. Have you forgotten me?
Woody Allen is a living testament to the way our society fails the survivors of sexual assault and abuse.
So imagine your seven-year-old daughter being led into an attic by Woody Allen. Imagine she spends a lifetime stricken with nausea at the mention of his name. Imagine a world that celebrates her tormenter.
Are you imagining that? Now, what’s your favorite Woody Allen movie?
”- An Open Letter From Dylan Farrow (via becketts)
January 28, 2014
How are you NOT gonna have the BOSSIEST year when THIS is your...
How are you NOT gonna have the BOSSIEST year when THIS is your computer background?
How anyone can talk about anything else besides this right now...
How anyone can talk about anything else besides this right now is BAFFLING to me.
January 23, 2014
alltheragebrooklyn:
We are really excited to bring an actively...
We are really excited to bring an actively anti-oppressive poetry and arts space to Brooklyn. Our first show will feature Rachel McKibbens & Shira E!
BROOKLYN!
Tonight we bring you poetry by Rachel McKibbens & baby-making music by Shira E!/ShiraShira Erlichman + an OPEN MIC.
Come for the poems & music, stay for the commitment to anti-oppressive arts space.
January 22, 2014
FEBRUARY
New Jersey:
13th - Featuring at the JC Slam Quarter Final.
“The Dopeness” at 332 2nd street // Jersey City 07302
Show at 8PM. $5 at the door.
Michigan:
17th - The League of Extraordinary Poets
Dearborn University
11:30-12:45 - Luncheon
1-2:30 Poetry Reading
3-4:00 Writing Workshop
Casl Building
FREE
18th - Featuring for Voices for Choices
Oakland University
Kresege Library, 4th Floor.
Show at 7PM.
19th - Featuring for WayneSLAM
Wayne State University
Bernath Auditorium in the Undergrad Library
Show at 6PM.
FREE.
Here are my upcoming tour dates for February! If you’re interested in having me feature at your school/venue/apartment complex, e-mail me: meganfalley@gmail.com
January 19, 2014
"Dear Portia, you can love anyone
given enough hours, but our hearts
always beat like this: I have /..."
given enough hours, but our hearts
always beat like this: I have / to leave,
I have / to leave, I have / to leave.”
- Jenny Boychuck, “Dear Portia,” published in Birdfeast (via bostonpoetryslam)
January 18, 2014
Somewhere in the middle of some American desert road, before I...
Somewhere in the middle of some American desert road, before I lost cell-reception and my mother’s voice snapped back into her body, back through all the states I’d stuck between us, she said something like: What this book tour, this road trip, these 100 days should do is prove to you that you can do anything.
If it is true that I felt that then, it is also true that I feel this now: sometimes you need new challenges, new holy-shit-if-i-can-do-THIS-i-can-do-ANYTHINGs, to build a life.
Training for this five borough bike tour, right now, has been that for me. Something to look forward to, strive for, something I can pedal towards and come back through the other side of with some new challenge ahead of me, saying remember when that thing I did was just a dream?
fortune
the perfect forethought and timing with which
the slices of orange arrive
on a small plate with the bill.
So, while you are paying what is owed,
The sweet juice fills your mouth for free.
And the fortune cookie too
which offers you the pleasure of Breakage
and then the other pleasure of Discovery,
extracting and reading the little slip of paper
with a happiness that you maybe conceal,
the way the child you once were
is even now concealed inside you.
Maybe you will marry a red-haired woman.
Maybe you are going to take a long journey.
Maybe a red-haired woman will steal your car and take a long journey.
Maybe you will be buried next to your mother.
And when the people you are dining with
smile and read their fortunes out loud,
and ask you to tell them your own,
you smile and tell them a lie,
and they laugh and think you are weird and funny and sad
and you know that you
are all of those things,
but you don’t tell them the truth
because you don’t trust anyone,
and you never have:
that is your fortune.
- tony hoagland
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