Megan Falley's Blog, page 91

What I Never Wrote

rachelmckibbens:

was how you begged me to keep it.

But you were never home, and I was

but did not want to be. And by then

you had become a man smaller than a man.

So I wished it away. Closed my eyes one night

and dreamt it out of me. The next morning

you banged on the bathroom door,

then charged in. I pointed into the tub.

I said, Look at that. 

And you asked, Is that—
And I said, Yes.

And you said, Oh,

and then you shaved off your beard.

 

- Rachel McKibbens, 2007 (poem rejected by editor for Pink Elephant)

fonsecadelsur:Angel Nafis

fonsecadelsur:

Angel Nafis

Sierra DeMulder: Conception

Sierra DeMulder: Conception:

Conception

after Kelsey Rakes

First her breasts swelled.

Then came the tears, uninvited and always

in public. Then, she dreamed of

boiling milk and a wolf cub

tied up beneath her apartment who howled

and howled. Then the week of no blood.

Then the next and the next.

God had slipped purpose

into her drink and followed her home.

She didn’t dare say the word aloud, baby

afraid He would notice how pleased she was,

how she already picked a name.

She let her cat finish that bottle of Merlot.

She took out the garbage.

In her diary, she dragged a fat, dark marker

over the bad thoughts, black slugs

floating to the surface of the page.

That night, she stood naked in the kitchen

summoning every bad word she had ever known

to her mouth. Get it all out now:

fuck, bitch, cunt, shit, you, you, and

then, she went to bed. Happy. Hopeful.

In the morning, her sheets were red.

- Sierra DeMulder

lissomelight:This lovely package arrived in the mail today;...

lissomelight:

This lovely package arrived in the mail today; very exciting. I recommend getting one before Feb 1.

Just TWO more days to get your signed copy/original bookmark/one & only collage/poetic artsy goodie-bag (basically my heart in an envelope.) Just PayPal $16.95 to kneepits@gmail.com and yours should arrive shortly! 

Tatyana Brown Responds to Alexandra Petri's Article "Is Poetry Dead?" And Makes Us Want to Run Screaming Through the Halls Shouting, "It's Alive! It's Alive! Come See!"

Tatyana Brown Responds to Alexandra Petri's Article "Is Poetry Dead?" And Makes Us Want to Run Screaming Through the Halls Shouting, "It's Alive! It's Alive! Come See!" :

incredible, important read!

To Everyone Who Applied For The (luckiest)INTERN(alive)SHIP

Just a reminder that your application packets are due February 1st, and I’m super jazzed about reading them all!

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Does He Collect Butterflies?

I don’t know why  I explain my tour to people in numbers. 100 days. 13,000 miles. Over 30 cities. The Little Prince would not appreciate this way of quantifying my trip. May I always reference it henceforth in rivers and canyons, couches and kindness, buildings and murals, coasts and highways, mountain formations and audio books, in strangers and family, in conversations with artists and ones in my head, in visits with friends and in utter-alone. Let all of it be a poem. Let none of it be math. 

"Grown-ups like numbers. When you tell them about a new friend, they never ask questions about what..."

“Grown-ups like numbers. When you tell them about a new friend, they never ask questions about what really matters. They never ask: “What does his voice sound like?” “What games does he like best?” “Does he collect butterflies?” They ask: “How old is he?” “How many brothers does he have?” “How much does he weigh?” “How much money does his father make?” Only then do they think they know him. If you tell grown-ups, “I saw a beautiful red brick house, with geraniums at the windows and doves on the roof…,” they won’t be able to imagine such a house. You have to tell them, “I saw a house worth a hundred francs.” Then they exclaim, “What a pretty house!””

- The Little Prince

Excited to have met Lauren Bedford Russell of The Real L Word...

Excited to have met Lauren Bedford Russell of The Real L Word tonight. Her jewelry line is gorgeous, and she’s super sweet and fly.