Salutations, my digital friends. I love that new sweater! Was it a holiday gift? hehe.
I have so many new projects in flight for 2026. Top of mind is finishing the manuscript for my new book of poetry – hopefully in the next three months. My current published books are below, if interested.
Now on to some new poetry….
This week’s poem came to me last spring and then took a nap.
As the weather here in Upstate New York decides what it wants to be – one day winter, one day spring – this poem called out to me from the archives to share this week.
Our world has gone crazy. We have forgotten what tolerance and acceptance mean. Maybe even more importantly, forgiveness.
We stand on either side of religious and political canyons. We judge others through our own beliefs and perceptions while rarely taking the time to seek understanding. We are more convinced that winning trumps all results, at any expense necessary.
And if we don’t personally behave this way, we sit back and let it happen around us, unthwarted, hoping for better days. Different behaviors, perhaps, but rooted in the same refusal to engage with one another honestly.
Can’t we take a lesson from nature?
Rain falls when it falls. Reckless. Abundant. Yet the earth receives it. Sometimes that deluge forms puddles we need to walk around. Sometimes it feeds a field starving for relief.
Either way, it’s accepted.
And in its own way, the water, its reflections, the inimitable petrichor – it can be beautiful. Maybe even revelatory.
Perhaps if we take a moment to really watch puddles gather, we may discover that grace is nature’s lesson. Not a solution to complexity, but a reminder that acceptance can precede agreement. Everything is a cycle, if accepted for what it is.
How much better could our world be if we followed that example?
As always, I look forward to hearing your thoughts, feelings, and reactions to this week’s poem in the ‘Leave a Reply’ comment section at the very bottom of this page.
-PS Conway ☘️☘️☘️
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a liturgy for after the rainfall
puddles gather,
gather like mirrors
in cracked asphalt bowls,
reflecting the sky’s murmur,
cobalt breaking through clouds
as though the world exhales
in shallow waves.
each ripple a shiver,
a vow of widening rings,
a vow echoing outward
into streets that once resisted,
now remembering how to shine,
slick with memory of rainfall
and a drought’s quiet lament.
the wet earth smells new,
a trail of thriving bluebells
waiting for innocent footsteps
to imprint what comes next,
or recall what already passed,
or for the passage of man
to trample it all to dust.
and still the puddles gather us,
gather us, fragile lanterns of dusk
in a dimming afternoon,
offering forgiveness
without naming who transgressed,
tender as a world
unfolding, unasked and whole.
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This Week’s Links…
- Purchase Echoes Lost in Stars
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- My author website: https://psconway.com/
- My Interview with AllAuthor : https://allauthor.com/interview/psconway/
Media News…
*NEW* My interview with author Tricia Copeland on her podcast Finding the Magic Book is now available to watch: https://youtu.be/NhieYECI-H4 🥂🤯
Latest Publication News
December has been a productive month for me. Eight poems published (so far). If you are interested in a copy of any of these, I have embedded the Amazon links below.
- I have six poems published in FromOneLine Volume 7, an anthology of poems/stories where the writers were given one opening line to maintain, then build a poem/story around it. Gratitude to Meghan Dargue for including my work and for editing such a thoughtful compilation from a deeply talented group of writers.
* - I have two poems published in The Belfast Review, Winter/Spring 2026. Based in the north of Ireland, this gorgeous emerging literary magazine, in addition to poetry, “aims to create a dialogue between the arts, featuring genres not usually included in literary journals such as song lyrics, plays, screenplays, and hybrid forms, to better reflect the lived experience of art, the self, and the city.”
Latest News – Life Sucks…
So far, Life Sucks has received so many ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Editorial Reviews. More to come soon.
I’m anticipating a whole bunch of solid Reader Reviews to begin populating Amazon in the next few weeks, too. The goal is to get to 50 Reader Reviews asap to kick Amazon’s promotion engine into a higher gear.
Speaking of Editorial Reviews, we secured a BIG ONE – BookLife. This is the indie press division of Publishers Weekly and represents a major credibility lift to my published work. Here is a link, in case you’re interested in reading the entire review:
And here are a few other snippets of other editorial reactions so far!
– “Snort-laughs and gasp-worthy wit – PS Conway goes there, and it’s hilarious.”
– “A must-read for anyone stressed, cynical, or just in need of a damn good laugh.”
– “Darkly funny, brutally honest, and weirdly comforting – like therapy, but with colonoscopies.”
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What a hopeful poem about how nature heals itself. It suggests that even after a long dry spell, the world can find a way to start over and offer a clean slate without holding any grudges. Great job, P.S.!
Acceptance and grace. What an amazing concept, eh, PS? Thank you so much my friend for sharing your kind thoughts! 🙏🏻🥂🌹
Loved your “…..after the rainfall poem. Thanks for sharing!
Trenda Geller
So glad you enjoyed it! Thanks so much. 🥂🙏🏻