Melissa VolkerWaiting to DrownWe are drowning in mediocrity, oblivious to our impending end. We are satisfied with the bland, content with the merely okay — no, worse —…Nov 17, 2017Nov 17, 2017
Melissa VolkerNo Time for MetaphorsI have no time for metaphors. In my living room, a half empty coffee cup on the table, a cat retching up a fur-ball in the corner — and…Nov 17, 2017Nov 17, 2017
Melissa VolkerNo Time for MetaphorsI have no time for metaphors. In my living room, a half empty coffee cup on the table, a cat retching up a fur-ball in the corner — and…Nov 17, 2017Nov 17, 2017
Melissa VolkerSlow FadeThe wood shop at the theater always smells of oil, sawdust, and varnish. You’d think that would be enough to kill someone, but it’s not…Aug 8, 2017Aug 8, 2017
Melissa VolkerTruth in WritingWhenever I do a reading, questions invariably arise regarding my approach to writing, where my ideas come from and how I get them from head…Jul 17, 2017Jul 17, 2017
Melissa VolkerThe Heart of a HomeThis is my diary. I am finally putting it all down because I am old, I will not be around much longer and I want people to remember that I…Jun 19, 2017Jun 19, 2017
Melissa VolkerMuseRiley shuts the door to the music hall and moves through the vacant space toward the piano — the hulking, silent beast in the corner of the…Jun 10, 2017Jun 10, 2017
Melissa VolkerA Slow BurnLate to the party, I know, but we just watched the movie “Selma”.May 31, 2017May 31, 2017