the consequence of invention

Welcome to a discussion on the poetics of life, my gorgeous invisible friends. Let’s explore our rapacious need to be noticed and why it never really mattered. Shall we? 🍷

After reading this week’s poem, if you’re so inclined, feel free to scroll down and check out some of the things happening in my world as I continue these adventures in writing. Now, on to some new poetry….

This week’s poem sits beside one of the oldest human aches: the need to be seen.

Not noticed in the cheap way. Not praised, applauded, followed, liked, blurbed, or politely clapped into the void.

I mean truly seen. Witnessed. Held in another mind with enough care that our little flare of being feels less absurd against the dark.

Maybe that is why we keep making things. Poems (guilty as charged). Children. Houses. Gods. Airplanes. Arguments. Songs in the kitchen.

We want some proof that we were here, that our striving mattered, that our hands left more than fingerprints on a glass already being cleared from the table.

And yet the universe has a terrible poker face.

The sky does not lean closer. Time does not pause to admire the workmanship. Gravity has never once read the dedication page.

Still, there is something painfully beautiful in our refusal to stop. Isn’t there?

We keep building, singing, loving, reaching… not because we have been promised an audience, but because silence has never been enough to keep us quiet.

Maybe being seen is not the reward. Maybe the act of creating is how we see ourselves before the dark takes attendance. And that final tally is binary, dear friends.

Or maybe we are all just Daedalus with better lighting, standing beside the wreckage of what we made. Asking whether anyone looked up to notice our kid flying.

Is being seen something important to you in your own life? How so? And why?

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.

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the consequence of invention

we always knew
even the brightest stars must fade
that every story has its end
but still we pretended wonder would last

we mistook it for magic
those Mary Poppins breezes
sweet as lullabies on soot-smudged faces
but things without wings
were never meant to sing
hindsight is more powerful than flight

gravity was never cruel
just a rule we strove to bend
and time was seldom a gift
only a mirror through which we tumbled
again and again
until we were humbled
and bore the lesson’s weight

we kept building anyway
fingers inked with blueprints and belief
weaving miracles from wire and wanting
until the fall
Daedalus wept beside the wreck
the consequence of invention
re-engineered in feather and flame

and there we are left
bereft beneath the stars of god
licking the wounds which wisdom inflicts
for now we know
that our time on earth is borrowed
and the sky never even noticed us

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This Week’s Links to my published work…


Media News…

*NEW* My interview with Steve Cuden for his brilliant podcast StoryBeat – what a great conversation! https://www.storybeat.net/p-s-pat-conway-poet-episode-395/

*NEW* My interview with Editor-in-Chief, Gabriela Marie Milton of Literary Revelations Publishing House: https://literaryrevelations.com/2026/01/25/the-portrait-of-a-poet-ps-conway/  

*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 

It has been a productive last few months for me. 7 POEMS published. If you are interested in a reading any of these, I have embedded the Amazon links below.

  1. My poem mercy will be published in The Ekphrastic Review on May 12. They are a literary “online journal devoted entirely to writing inspired by visual art. Their objective is to promote ekphrastic writing, promote art appreciation, and experience how the two strengthen each other and bring enrichment to every facet of life.”
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  2. My 3 poems – the wet centre is bottomless, laugh tracks, and three flights away – were published in Mouthful of Salt in Issue #3 on April 27. They are “a Black-led literary journal dedicated to bold, boundary-pushing storytelling. Our editorial vision is shaped by a wide range of lived experiences, and we are committed to creating a space where writers from across the globe can be seen, heard, and celebrated.”
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  3. My poem the color of staying was published in the Spring’26 edition of PHIL LIT Journal on March 15. This literary journal “promotes writing that engages with philosophical, metaphysical, ethical, & existential themes; without sacrificing beauty, craft, surprise, or risk.” Please be sure to check it out.
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  4. I have 2 poems – paint and i have seen love do the same – 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:

https://booklife.com/project/life-sucks-memories-and-introspections-during-the-great-covid-lockdown-101267

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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