“You Are In Nearly Every Future carries with it the feeling of a party that has long passed or a dream that’s grown hazy in the din of the alarm clock. Falck offers up tenderness and understanding in the face of some unknown encroaching darkness, and though it’s suggested that the worst hasn’t yet come, you can feel the warm weight of hope in every line: ‘you hold me closer / than ever before / you say the word earth / as if it has already ended.'” —Matthew Bookin, Peach Mag
A chapbook length poem drunk on landscape and the noise of the times. It is a fragmented poem largely concerned with organizing consciousness through image and metaphor.