“I’ve been rereading your story. I think it’s about me in a way that might not be flattering, but that’s okay. We dream and dream of being seen as we really are and then finally someone looks at us and sees us truly and we fail to measure up. Anyway: story received, story included. You looked at me long enough to see something mysterioso under all the gruff and bluster. Thanks. Sometimes you get so close to someone you end up on the other side of them.” — Richard Siken (via poemsbydes)
On behalf of PEN Center USA and Narrow Books, I’m very proud to announce the slate for The Rattling Wall, Issue 4!
I’m feeling the warm and fuzzies that I’ll be appearing in such a beautiful and respected journal. Holy, home.
Anonymous asked: Didn't you already have a book deal with WB? Why are you competing again?
I do already have a book published by Write Bloody, but I wrote a second book in the year since the last was published, and I would love the opportunity for them to publish me again! If you want to help me make that possible, please “like” this poem right here. XO
2013 Write Bloody Submission Contest - MEGAN FALLEY - "The Balance" -
PLEASE “LIKE” THIS VIDEO. YOUR LIKES CAN HELP MEGAN FALLEY GET A BOOK DEAL WITH WRITE BLOODY PUBLISHING. This is Megan Falley’s poem “The Balance” (after Rac…Friends, please go check out Megan Falley’s poem “The Balance”. Vote for her video by liking it on Youtube and you can help her get a book deal with Write Bloody Publishing! Megan’s a friend and a very talented poet and you should definitely give this poem a listen.
The sweetest! Thank you!
“I know that I wasn’t an idiot
to stay. That my heart invented
its own verb which meant To Love
The Dog Who Licks The Scar It Gave You.”
—
Megan Falley
Listen to the entire poem here, then “like” it on YouTube to help Megan win a book deal!
THIS IS TONIGHT
gracelessevolution asked: Megan, I want you to know that "A Final Letter to his Writer Wife" floored me. I have never identified so strongly with a poem and it has shown me parts of myself I have been trying to dig up for years. Echoing in my head ever since, it has been followed by many tears, but mostly just necessary introspect. Sharing it has been like reading a diary entry, painful and cleansing, but so important to finally have the right words. I hope you know how beautiful you are. Thank you, never stop writing.
For so long I thought this poem was only for me, and it is so rewarding to know that I put it into the world and it was also for someone else. Thank you so much for your compliments. You don’t stop writing either, k?
after Rachel McKibbens
There were days when it looked like love,
especially if you turned down the volume.
But even if you didn’t.
Bus rides asleep on each other’s
shoulders, splitting a pair of earbuds
plugged into a song as if sharing
a secret.
Afternoons where we stayed in
our pajamas and played video games
and he bought us twin bodega sandwiches
and remembered mine
without the meat.
And while I look back on these memories
with equal, if not more repulsion,
I know that I wasn’t an idiot
to stay. That my heart invented
its own verb which meant To Love
The Dog Who Licks The Scar It Gave You.
On a dirty bar couch on Valentine’s Day
he said I would fight with you every morning
if it meant I could kiss you every night and at the time
it didn’t sound like The Codependent National Anthem,
or a vending machine where you put in fury
and get out passion
or even like the things I read now
in pamphlets—the ones I trust upon other women
like my own righteous gospel—
it sounded like the sweetest thing
he’d ever said to me. A poem
I could fold real small and carry
around in my locket, not noticing, for months
how it also kind of
choked.
-Megan Falley
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“Light from a cake is such a great light. We should just live in cake light.” — Claire Fischer (via topkrumps)