Andrea Gibson

Megan Falley

How can a poem transform a life? Could poetry change the world? In this accessible volume, spoken-word stars Andrea Gibson and Megan Falley roll out the welcome mat and prove that poetry is for everyone. Whether lapsed poetry lovers, aspiring poets, or total novices, readers will learn to uncover verse in unexpected places, find their way through a poem when they don't quite "get it," and discover just how transformative poetry can be. This is a gorgeous and inspiring gift for any fan of the written word.

How Poetry Can Change Your Heart

Megan Falley's much-anticipated fourth collection of poetry, Drive Here and Devastate Me, shocks you with its honesty: whether through exacting wit or lush lyrical imagery. It is clear that the author is madly in love, not only with her partner for whom she writes both idiosyncratic and sultry poems for, but in love with language, in love with queerness, in love with the therapeutic process of bankrupting the politics of shame. These poems tackle gun violence, toxic masculinity, LGBTQ* struggles, suicidality, and the oppression of women's bodies, while maintaining a vivid wildness that the tongue aches to speak aloud. Known best for breathtaking last lines and truths that will bowl you over, Drive Here and Devastate Me will "relinquish you from the possibility of meeting who you could have been, and regretting who you became."

Drive Here and Devastate Me

As if she discovered a small army of silenced women captive in her pen, Megan Falley releases them in the spilled ink that is her most brilliant collection of poems, After the Witch Hunt. Demanding "if you really love a writer, bury her in all your awful and watch as she scrawls her way out,” her book does exactly that. An incessant digging, a journey in building escape routes, armed with both humor and a brazen darkness, each poem in this book of bloodletting is another swing of the pick and axe in this young woman's labor, insistent upon light.

After the Witch Hunt

Poems about Lana Del Rey

Bad Girls, Honey

The dark, sexy, and dangerous landscape of Redhead and the Slaughter King is illuminated by its truth-slinging author, Megan Falley. More than a collection of poems, this book serves as a survival guide for anyone who has ever been a daughter. Knotted with gritty tales of addiction, mental illness, and girlhood, Redhead and the Slaughter King is the prequel to every time someone asked the question, "How did I end up here?"

Redhead and the Slaughter King

"The [Metaphorical] Daughter of Sexton and Ginsberg" - Muzzle Magazine's 30 Poets Under 30 About the Author Megan Falley is the author of two collections of poetry: After the Witch Hunt and Redhead & the Slaughter King. In 2013 she was featured on TV One's Verses & Flow, a show available in 38 million households showcasing the best in spoken word and music. In 2012 she toured for 100 days across the states and Canada delivering electrifying readings to promote her first collection. Known for her ability to command power both on the page and on the stage, Falley has represented NYC on several national slam teams, and is also published in Pen Center USA's The Rattling Wall, PANK, Muzzle, and more. Excerpt. (c) Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. Alibi "Danish Man Aquitted of Sexual Assaults Because He was Asleep, Suffers from 'Sexsomnia.'" -NY Daily News Why isn't there a disease where you do something useful in your sleep-maybe file my taxes? Caulk the bathtub? Scoop the kitty litter? I need a pedicure. Need to fix this unibrow. Finish that manuscript. Can't you help with that? I've suddenly contracted a sleep-punching disease. I'm going to cuddle up next to everyone who believes your shit. In my disease I tie balloon animals out of scrotums. It's okay. I'm sleeping. I don't want to be held accountable either. It's funny-your disease manifested itself at thirty-one years old when you had a pair of teenage girls in your home. Curious it didn't haunt you on your camping trip with Grandpa. If I had an affliction where I unconsciously shoved a pistol into the people I loved, I'd tell them: look, I do this thing in the night-it might kill you, but it isn't me. Except I'd know it was me. I'd sleep in a crypt. I'd cut off my own hand

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