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 cat will mew and dog will have his day

The cat will mew and dog will have his day

Bishop plays peek-a-boo in a newly opened box at the Nansemond Street apartment in Richmond, Va. on September 3, 2010.