Upon Being a Good Catholic and a an Even Better Pyromaniac

Fighting the urge to wipe

the ashes on my forehead,

I thought simply that

I needed to burn us

to nothing

so that I could

truly live again.

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Bar Harbor Blues

Packing up the trailer

to move where it is cold

so when that this heart

can freeze itself forever

in the state where we

were happy and I finally

knew love. But those warm

nights on the Malecon

thawed my soul all into

pieces to the point

I won’t recover, so it’s best

now to just capture

those heated, lovely moments

forever, and freeze them

in the tundra, so they

never fade away.

Please, Try to Be Fucking Interesting

Be fucking interesting.

Have a story to tell

and an anecdote handy, goddamnit.

Be ready to jump into the soul

of the person across from you

and share something more

intriguing than the weather

or gossip or the latest

spirit killer from popular culture.

Read a bloody book.

Take a hike.

Commune with the ocean.

Watch the poor teenager

at the discount store roll her eyes

at her grandmother, who is trying on

all the purple dresses.

Think about how your grandmother

made you comb your cowlick

or dress for church

and then there was her famous

albondigas after.

Remember how her house smelled like

roast and White Shoulders

and how teenage missy

will wish she had those loving

arms again some day.

Try to act refreshing.

Not because you know all the cool things

or because you’re just nice,

but because you walk arm and arm

with adventure and observation.

Life is a cabaret, old chum.

Did you notice?

Would you have noticed,

if your face weren’t glued into

that personality-ruining screen?

 

Shut Up and Write

We all come from broken childhoods

neglected, tormented, lonely, discouraged.

We’ve all lived through certain heartbreak

tragic melancholy, hope irreparably shattered

We’ve all suffered through loss and

inundation. Life is too much, often,

and disproportionately.

Yet this doesn’t make us average,

or even mundane.

Most people find the strength in themselves to

conquer these mountains,

but we summit these experiences

and feel compelled to tell the stories

until the hurt seeps out of us

and we can write

our own new endings.