A sort of life

House Call

RICHMOND, Va. — I breathe a terrible thing I try to choke back. It leaves, yet, through the nose. That I cannot help. But interspersed is a kind of contentedness that scares me. How can I be? And tonight I do not feel like writing. Tonight, as many other nights, I must consume my mind with the ‘else.’ I must not think about her anymore. God damn it!

So, I’ll leave you with this. And wanting more:

Above the bridge lights a rope of stars.
Alone, late at night, my breath fogging
the window, I can almost believe
the sleeping world is the reflection
of heaven.

–Philip Levine, Winter Words

“House Call” is from Volume One: Frank’s Wild Years (1983–2009). Written between 2003 and 2009, Volume One was this author’s attempt to find meaning from life as a young twenty-something. While this endeavor would ultimately fail, what remains is a comical tale of loneliness and debauchery.

The examined life is no picnic

The examined life is no picnic

Jenny De Soto waits for the gates to open for the Nationals Season Ticket Holder Picnic at the Park at RFK Stadium in Washington on June 11, 2006.