Megan Falley's Blog, page 72

"When our breasts arrivedas a kind of currency, we’d tugour camisoles low, useour newfangled..."

“When our breasts arrived

as a kind of currency, we’d tug

our camisoles low, use

our newfangled bodies to haggle

with the ice cream man. The winner

was the girl who received her chocolate cone

for free, who sucked on candy cigarettes

the same way she wore a training bra.

That summer my pockets grew forests

of hand-tied maraschino cherry stems:

tampered evidence that I might one day be worthy

of kissing. In exchange for rides

on the handlebars of their bikes,

we’d let the boys bite

the beads off our candy

necklaces until the chokers

resembled punched out teeth.

From their slobber, blue and violet

stained my throat where the sweetness

had once been, so I suppose,

Your Honor, I was preparing

for him.”

- Megan Falley, “Beginning in an Ice Cream Truck and Ending in a Court Room” (via fleurishes)

HEY MAINE

I’m going to be reading poems & spilling secrets at Mama’s Crow Bar tonight (189 Congress St., Portland, ME.) at 9PM & I’d love to see you there!

Chapbook Contest

buttonpoetry:

Button’s been busy filming at the Rustbelt Regional Slam all weekend, and we can’t wait to share some of the excellent video we took. In the meantime, check out the Exploding Pinecone Chapbook Contest, which is now open for submission!

Hey writer friends. I think you should submit your poems here. I’m rooting for you!

COCONUT VERBENA

My father gets discounted tickets for being a senior citizen at Six Flags Great Adventure. The theme park assumes, because of his age, he will skip out on all the rides and hold the colas. My father is always the oldest person in line for every single coaster. He will wait the extra hour for a seat in the last row, for the car that makes the rider feel closest to death.

 

There is a repertoire of games we no longer play: “Who Can Fall Asleep First”—a contest I never found out the winner of, the “Cold Feet Game”—where I’d place my popsicle toes on his space heater calves, and “Snow White”—where he would bring me a juicy red apple and a tiny bite was the only way I’d fall asleep. In the morning it was “Sleeping Beauty”—a forehead kiss from him was the only way I’d wake.

 

Once I ran into the Green Acres Mall fountain to collect the pennies at the bottom. He tried using his voice as fishing line, but eventually had to follow in after. He pretended to be mad until the laughter found us—soaked and ridiculous in the elevator.

 

Before I could read, I’d crack open the fat legs of a fortune cookie and ask him what they said: “Megan is the most beautiful girl in the world.” Every time.

 

He would always come home with shopping bags full of different scented shampoos and tell me to close my eyes. He’d pop open their heads and I’d guess their flavors. I imagine him walking through fluorescent-lit stores he needed nothing from just to play this game with me, picture him smirking at scents he knew would stump me: Coconut Verbena, Key Lime Pie. I can see the perplexed convenience store clerk selling countless bottles of hair product to a very bald man.

 

He no longer spends the time to pick out a scent. This Christmas, my father handed me a gift card to a store famous for its perfumes and soaps, signed for the both of them in his new wife’s cursive. No present says, “I no longer know you” more than that.

 

I didn’t see him this Father’s Day. He went to a ballgame with his non-biological granddaughter. He’s excellent with children. It’s just hard to watch them grow up when he has spent the last fifty years staying the same age.  

-Megan Falley, published in After the Witch Hunt (Write Bloody Press)

happy father’s day, big bob baloo.

happy father’s day, big bob baloo.

shiraeeee:“Shouts & Sparks” Official Music VideoI...

shiraeeee:

“Shouts & Sparks” Official Music Video

I can’t believe I can call someone this ridiculously talented my friend. Make friends with this video. Be a good hipster and get acquainted quick so in a year you can tell everyone you loved Shira E before she was famous.

WHO IS EXCITED FOR PERPETUAL ROCKSTAR MEGAN FALLEY's NEXT BOOK WITH WRITE BLOODY?

headupandholy:

ME. YOU. ERRYBODY.

definitely me! thank you the mostest. “perpetual rockstar” on my tombstone, please.

WHEE!

Overwhelmed with glitter & gratitude to announce that Write Bloody Press has decided to publish my second book of poetry in 2014. Thank you all for sharing my video & supporting me through these wild dreams. If I don’t say it enough, I love you, ok?

I saw your post about Columbus and what? I've lived here my whole life and have never found bubble tea! Where did you get such glorious beverages? And where is this coffee shop you speak of that had local art? The only coffee shops I go to is starbucks and

Oh dear! Isn’t it funny how sometimes a tourist sees more than the local? Travonna Coffee House (where my poetry show was) had great local art in the walls in rotation. Impero Coffee had some too. I also got some incredible vintage pieces at Flower Child. The bubble tea came from a place with tea in the title (tea lounge?) right across from Flower Child! Good luck exploring your hometown with new eyes!

I saw your post about Columbus and what? I've lived here my whole life and have never found bubble tea! Where did you get such glorious beverages? And where is this coffee shop you speak of that had local art? The only coffee shops I go to is starbucks and

Oh dear! Isn’t it funny how sometimes a tourist sees more than the local? Travonna Coffee House (where my poetry show was) had great local art in the walls in rotation. Impero Coffee had some too. I also got some incredible vintage pieces at Flower Child. The bubble tea came from a place with tea in the title (tea lounge?) right across from Flower Child! Good luck exploring your hometown with new eyes!