Will Falk’s Life-Centered Writing

Waking in Park City (Spring ’16)

Waking in Park City (Spring ’16)

Jun 20, 2016 | Poetry

I. Late April, when winter gives in, snow turns to rain, and the cutting begins. In ancient aspen groves, chained teeth bite through branches. The sound of saws feeding is a harsh song, but beyond the wailing are screams far older than steel. The spray of orange...
Direct Action Journal: Overcoming Fear

Direct Action Journal: Overcoming Fear

May 14, 2016 | Direct Action Journal, Essays

Another episode with anxiety knocks me to my bedroom floor. Rational thought forsakes me. My body shakes with the strangled sobs of a man ashamed of his tears. Alicia bends over me. Her dark brown eyes – normally calm with the consistent rationality...
The Only Music Possible

The Only Music Possible

Mar 1, 2016 | Poetry

the voice of a man who cannot speak speaking a dry throat that remains dry even when watered with whiskey the compulsion only stirs the sounds of shadows sliding over gravel moonlight shuffling in the sand spirits shaking snow from sage he seeks to match the treespeak...