This girl —->
wants to read you brand new poems from THIS BOOK —>
on these dates:
I will come to your college! Your high school! Your bar! Your coffee house! Even your living room. Let’s make moons. MeganFalley@gmail.com to book.
12th - Rabbit Heart Poetry Festival, Massachusetts
17th - Macalester College, Minnesota
21st - Lewis & Clark, Oregon
1st - Virginia Commonwealth, Virginia
I am looking to book colleges, high schools, coffee…
I am looking to book colleges, high schools, coffee houses, bars, slams, book stores and house shows in the same vicinity as the dates above. I also want to visit other cities. I want to get Redhead and the Slaughter King, a book I am very proud of, into your hot little hands. E-mail firstname.lastname@example.org
Oh no, I never have an audience in mind. Or rather, the audience is the same as the one you put on shows for, in your room, when you’re a child engaging in the deepest and most private kind of play. It seems like the whole world you’re playing for, it seems like the eye of God up on the ceiling, but it’s really your own consciousness distributed among dolls. It couldn’t be anything else.
by Megan Falley
"I know what it is to be the one
who stashes monsters in her own closet.
To hope the houseguests don’t notice
the coyote-shaped howl, how you hear it
even miles from home. It crescendos
over every conversation, every song.
How avoiding it is like leaving.
a house with every unsteady candle lit.”