#noah falck

[lifeinpoetry]

We stay awake as a way to / punish our sketched-out bodies.

Noah Falck, from “Nothing’s Body,” published in Dusie

[mshocklee]

Tonight the wind is in your voice. And the gods are nervous about the drinking water.

from “Fatigue Performance” by Noah Falck

[snapoetry]

Noah Falck // Fatigue Performance

[poem-today]

A poem by Noah Falck

POEM EXCLUDING FUTURE

Now the snow is black and we feel  dirty in its presence. Cigarette butts  blow across the wet pavement like  children leaving school during a bomb  threat. There’s a good chance we have  no chance is what your thoughts are  during your daily commute to the  office. Roads break apart as variations  of sadness. And now the sky is all  truffles and shoe polish. It rehearses  the end over a cemetery full of  children trapped in moonlight. 

Noah Falck

More poems by Noah Falck are available through his website.

Noah Falck writes: All the exclusion poems, as the title suggests, are experimenting with writing a specific idea, theme, or object out of the poem. They attempt to question the world through subtraction.

[wordsthatkeepmyfeetdry]

A partial list of evening by Noah Falck

[briefmomentsofbeauty]

[poem-today]

A poem by Noah Falck

Poem Excluding City

The sky was a concussion of clouds and notorious for dropping everything at a moment's notice. And the fog, how it removed everything and then it didn't. People gathered in the distance and made history until it hurt. They devoured field after field with bad ideas and took pride in the groomed ruins. It was never a photo opportunity. The mood when the forest met the asphalt: Too little, too late.

Noah Falck

More poems by Noah Falck are available through his website.

[jeffalessandrelli]

Noah Falck

Is that a sort of equation for inviting the imagination in — wonder + weirdness? Maybe. Maybe not. But it helps me register and engage