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Noah Falck

@noahfalck.bsky.social

poems inside grain silos / on sidewalks / in the books that change our lives

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Ben Niespodziany 📚🎪@neonpajamas.bsky.social · 4mo ago

Noah Falck @noahfalck.bsky.social h

You Had to Be There

the trees
after a tornado

an unlocked car
on an unnamed road

someone’s clothes in a ribcaged pile
near the Niagara River

a snow-filled mattress
on a sunlit walk

her traffic-lit body
in the graveyard dusk

Piżama Press @pizamapress.bsky.social · 5mo ago

Split / Game of Little Deaths by Réka Nyitrai is out in two weeks! We’re honored to have these four masterful poets blurb this strange & surreal 2-in-1 book. @noahfalck.bsky.social / @vikshirley.bsky.social / @johannesg.bsky.social / Mikko Harvey

Ben Niespodziany 📚🎪@neonpajamas.bsky.social · 5mo ago

Next Wednesday! Hottest poetry ticket in town (it's free) 🎤 @noahfalck.bsky.social 🎤 Montana James Thomas 🎤@okaypompeii.bsky.social 🎤 Matt McBride 🎤 S. Yarberry 🎤 Tori Rego 📍 @whistlerchicago.bsky.social

Tom Snarsky @tomsnarsky.bsky.social · 6mo ago

David Berman

All this new technology
will eventually give us new feelings
that will never completely displace the old ones,
leaving everyone feeling quite nervous
and split in two.

We will travel to Mars
even as folks on Earth
are still ripping open potato chip
bags with their teeth.

Piżama Press @pizamapress.bsky.social · 7mo ago

We’ve been fans of poet, educator, & curator @noahfalck.bsky.social since discovering his writing back in 2019/2020. His collection ‘Exclusions’ remains a favorite. Regardless of which one you grab, you won’t be disappointed.

Samuel Day Wharton @fakeourway.bsky.social · 8mo ago

Noah Falco from Homemade Engines From A Dream #smallpoemsunday @tomsnarsky.bsky.social

A tiny hand reaches out

from a pile of roadside leaves

think of the next American body in song

the sound and its trenchcoat flashing

the hills, clouds carving their way

out of morning and later

sprouting from inside a buckeye

with the patience of a camp councilor

Piżama Press @pizamapress.bsky.social · 7mo ago

“Réka Nyitrai’s poems radiate with strange wonder” 🪄 We can’t wait for this double release: Split / Game of Little Deaths by Réka Nyitrai. This poetic & magical blurb by @noahfalck.bsky.social couldn’t be more on-the-nose

"Réka Nyitrai’s poems radiate with strange wonder. They hold their breath in Dada’s river and float like dream engines of the chaotic, simultaneously haunted and hilarious. Recommended for those who already know that the 'smell of burnt snow / wakes the stars'." - Noah Falck

Noah Falck @noahfalck.bsky.social · 8mo ago

Check out this "In Gratitude" project we launched in Buffalo inspired by the poems of Ross Gay. www.justbuffalo.org/announcing-i...

Announcing "In Gratitude": A City-Wide Practice of Hope - Just Buffalo Literary Center | Buffalo, NY

We are thrilled to announce "In Gratitude," a city-wide reading and writing initiative designed to bring our community together. This project invites us all to practice "unabashed gratitude"—a concept...

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Elena Zhang @ezhang77.bsky.social · 9mo ago

Noah Falck, “Exclusions” #smallpoemsunday @tomsnarsky.bsky.social

POEM EXCLUDING ANSWERS
Someone spends her entire life dreaming of how it will end.
It makes her sad. We sail a small boat within her heart and discover another heart, though it looks more like a moon lit from within by a single exploding bottle rocket.

The Baffler @thebaffler.com · last yr.

Poetry from Baffler no. 80: “Fatigue Performance” by Noah Falck.

Fatigue Performance | Noah Falck

The air may be a risk / for some people, the radio repeated.

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Noah Falck @noahfalck.bsky.social · 12mo ago

Incredibly excited about the release of a limited-edition lathe-cut vinyl titled “Fatigue Performance." The record is a collaboration with the band Plant Water and the artist Ariel Aberg-Riger. Preorders now available ACTUAL BOOKS actualbooks.bigcartel.com/product/fati...

Ben Niespodziany 📚🎪@neonpajamas.bsky.social · last yr.

Noah Falck & Matt McBride @noahfalck.bsky.social

we are remembering
a cold day in 1986

when pigeons, deafened
by moon-echoes
broke our windows

and everything felt
like a bell's inside

The Baffler @thebaffler.com · last yr.

The Baffler no. 80 is now available online and in print. “American Vendetta” considers our grudges and grievances: blood feuds and broadsides, lawsuits and gang wars, and the racist paranoia driving immigration policy. Start reading now.

no. 80—American Vendetta

Gauche, in my opinion, to settle a grudge worthy of the name with money. (Did you not nurse that grievance? Would you sell your child?) But when the payoff grows big enough, cooler heads prevail…

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Suzanne Richardson @oozannesay.bsky.social · last yr.

Congratulations to all the winners and finalists! Especially @officialmchangpoet.bsky.social, @amythatcher.bsky.social, Sara Lupita Olivares, and Buffalo’s own @noahfalck.bsky.social nationalpoetryseries.org/congratulati...

Congratulations to the Winners of the 2025 National Poetry Series Open Competition! - National Poetry Series

The National Poetry Series congratulates the five winners of the 2025 National Poetry Series Open Competition: Hajjar Baban, Stephanie Horvath, Weston Morrow, Kira Alexis Tucker, and Yi Wei.

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Read A Little Poetry @readalittlepoem.bsky.social · last yr.

Today’s poem is selected by Noah Falck (@noahfalck.bsky.social) as part of the 20th anniversary of Read A Little Poetry. “Not Horses” appeared in Hard Child by Nathalie Shapero, published by Copper Canyon, 2017. Shared here with deep gratitude.

The Slowdown @slowdownshow.org · last yr.

“Today’s poem acknowledges the beauty we have—the view we have. It also mourns the beauty that would exist without our interference. Holding space for both is a feat of empathy and imagination,” shares @maggiesmithpoet.bsky.social. Read “Lake” by @noahfalck.bsky.social‬: bit.ly/3ULVbMC

Poetry Daily @poetrydaily.bsky.social · last yr.

Today’s Featured Poem: “We Came Here to Get Away from You” by @donikakelly.bsky.social from The Natural Order of Things published by @graywolfpress.bsky.social Read here: spare.poems.com/poem/we-came...

We Came Here to Get Away from You

Downhill, a skeleton of an orca suspended: a female beached; belly full,

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Andy Grace @andypgrace.bsky.social · last yr.

Thrilled about this little poem/film made by the good people @justbuffalolit.bsky.social of me reading my poem "Silo" inside of...a silo! Thanks @noahfalck.bsky.social‬ and the whole Silo City team. www.youtube.com/watch?v=2W2G...

Andrew Grace reads "Silo" at the Silo City Reading Series

YouTube video by JustBuffaloLit

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Noah Falck @noahfalck.bsky.social · last yr.

Graham Foust reading poems for the June 28, 2025 Silo City Reading Series in Buffalo, NY 📸: Pat Cray

Noah Falck @noahfalck.bsky.social · last yr.

Silo City Reading Series 2025. Details & tickets: www.justbuffalo.org/upcoming-sil... Poster design by Joel Brenden

Sean Thomas Dougherty @stdougherty.bsky.social · 2y ago

After Eric Aho’s Ice Cut (1933) at the AKG by Noah Falck There was a square hole in the floor. There was a storm. There was a line between the corner of the sky and the nowhere else. Then a blue that became you looking at you.

Noah Falck @noahfalck.bsky.social · 2y ago

from The Animal in the Bush by David Ignatow (The Slow Loris Press, 1977)

THE POEM by David Ignatow

I want something dancing and screaming
in front of me, calling itself a poem.

Noah Falck @noahfalck.bsky.social · 2y ago

from The Dollmaker's Ghost by Larry Levis (Carnegie Mellon University Press, 1992)

A Study of Three Crows
by Larry Levis

Three crows in a high tree
In April
Possess heaven.

It is in their black feathers
Shining like mud,
Or it is nowhere.

At the town's edge,
Where the fumes are eternal,
They feed on garbage,

Or fly up slowly,
Having fed, to overlook toys
In yards with no grass —

Their voices the sound of tools
Being sharpened
In some garage in the suburbs.

Crows are the color of soil
After long rain ...
They strut back and forth,

Owning it all.
And their gold eyes,
When looked at closely, shine

Without any character.
They have been here a long time,
Rolling their r's, and waiting.

Behind them, it is night.
The stars are
All in their places.

Noah Falck @noahfalck.bsky.social · 2y ago

One more day to submit. justbuffaloliterarycenter.submittable.com/submit/31319...

Noah Falck @noahfalck.bsky.social · 2y ago

Applications are now open for the 2025 Just Buffalo Literary Center Poetry Fellowship. Come write + read in Buffalo in August. Share your work inside a grain silo alongside Donika Kelly at the Silo City Reading Series. Details in link. www.justbuffalo.org/apply-for-th...

Apply for the 2025 JBWC Poetry Fellowship! - Just Buffalo Literary Center | Buffalo, NY

Applications for the 2025 JBWC Poetry Fellowship are officially open as of January 1, 2025! Learn more - and be sure to apply by February 28!

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Noah Falck @noahfalck.bsky.social · 2y ago

from MADNESS, RACK, AND HONEY Collected Lectures (Wave Books, 2012) by Mary Ruefle

from Madness, Rack, and Honey
by Mary Ruefle

I get so very tired of having to talk about literature. I didn’t begin writing because I wanted to sit in a room and talk about the construction of subjectivity in Wordsworth and Ashbery; I began writing because I had made friends with the dead: they had written to me, in their books, about life on earth and I wanted to write back and say yes, house, bridge, river, hair, no maybe, never, forever.

Noah Falck @noahfalck.bsky.social · 2y ago

from MEZZANINES (Alice James Books, 2013) by Matthew Olzmann

Mountain Dew Commercial Disguised as a Love Poem
by Matthew Olzmann

So here’s what I’ve got, the reasons why our marriage
might work: Because you wear pink but write poems
about bullets and gravestones. Because you yell
at your keys when you lose them, and laugh,
loudly, at your own jokes. Because you can hold a pistol,
gut a pig. Because you memorize songs, even commercials
from thirty years back and sing them when vacuuming.
You have soft hands. Because when we moved, the contents
of what you packed were written inside the boxes.
Because you think swans are overrated and kind of stupid.
Because you drove me to the train station. You drove me
to Minneapolis. You drove me to Providence.
Because you underline everything you read, and circle
the things you think are important, and put stars next
to the things you think I should think are important,
and write notes in the margins about all the people
you’re mad at and my name almost never appears there.

Noah Falck @noahfalck.bsky.social · 2y ago

from CARNIVAL EVENING by Linda Pastan (Norton, 1998)

Weather Forecast by Linda Pastan

Somewhere it is about to snow,
if not in the northern suburbs,
then in the west,
if not there, then here.
And the wind
which is camouflaged now
by the perfect stillness of trees
will make some weathercock dizzy
with its fickle breath.
In the blood's failing heat
we wait for the verdict
of snow. You bite into an apple
with the sound boots make
crunching through
the first icy layers.
The whites of your eyes are cold.
The moons of your nails
are frozen mounds.
A single match striking
against the bottom of a shoe
is our only prayer.

Noah Falck @noahfalck.bsky.social · 2y ago

from HELL, I LOVE EVERYBODY by James Tate edited by Dara Barrois/Dixon, Emily Pettit, and Kate Lindroos (Ecco, 2023)

Dear Reader
by James Tate

I am trying to pry open your casket
with this burning snowflake.

I'll give up my sleep for you.
This freezing sleet keeps coming down
and I can barely see.

If this trick works we can rub our hands
together, maybe

start a little fire
with our idenification papers.
I don't know but I keep working, working

half hating you,
half eaten by the moon.

Noah Falck @noahfalck.bsky.social · 2y ago

from Self-Portrait in a Convex Mirror by John Ashbery (Penguin Books, 1975)

River by John Ashbery

It thinks itself too good for
These generalizations and is
Moved on by them. The opposite side
Is plunged in shade, this one
In self-esteem. But the center
Keeps collapsing and re-forming
The couple at a picnic table (but
It's too early in the season for picnics)
Are traipsed across by the river's
Unknowing knowledge of its workings
To avoid possible boredom and the stain
Of too much intuition the whole scene
Is walled behind glass. "Too early,"
She says, "in the season." A hawk drifts by.
"Send everyone back to the city."