by Brian Volck | Mar 11, 2014 | poetry
Listen to a reading of this poem here Sorrel Soup Snip two handsful of spring-burst acid leaves, sorrow-weary hearts green as mossy headstones. Slice them thin as battered hope. Confetti these ribbons in simmering water not so salty as tears, where earthy vegetables –...
by Brian Volck | Jan 10, 2014 | art, poetry
Listen to this poem here In Winter January’s sun is snared, bled of color, in black hackberry branches, alive with robin wings. In summer so solitary, they now flock to feast on raisined fruits, darker than their rust-red bellies or the lean fox padding the...
by Brian Volck | Aug 28, 2013 | grief, music
This Monday, I attended a memorial service for a man I didn’t know very well, but well enough to know he’d be missed. Dave “Juicy” Foreman was a sound engineer I’d met through some of the many musicians with whom he worked over the years. He and I talked briefly –...
by Brian Volck | Jun 18, 2013 | art, Food, limits
It’s now been quite some time since I last posted. April was the climax of a ridiculously busy spring, and the downslope toward a saner, more manageable schedule has been long and slow. The whole, mad, busy time, however, got me thinking about art, obstacles, and the...
by Brian Volck | Apr 17, 2013 | suffering
I haven’t posted here in awhile, my April schedule being incredibly busy. I’ve had places to go and more than enough to do. Monday’s bombings in Boston, however, called me, however briefly, out of my stale self-absorption. When events like this happen – at least when...
