Salutations, my dearest digital friends! As many of you may know about me, I have been a drummer for over 45 years. Ever since I
Author: PS Conway
Hey everyone! Welcome to Life Sucks. Laugh Here. In my college years, I was an English major and aspiring writer. Then life took over - marriage and kids - in our mid-twenties. Like all good Catholics of Irish descent, I literally looked sideways at my wife, and she was pregnant three weeks after our wedding.
And then the ride of life began. My writing took a backseat for the next twenty-five years. But now, our daughters are raised, and my wife and I are in a Renaissance phase of our lives. As I begin to write again, I see so much negativity, tribalism, and anger on social media... so many people seem to think life sucks. The only antidote to this mind-rotting negativity that I know of, albeit transient, is laughter. So, I have committed to writing and growing this blog around that singular objective... try my damnedest to provide original writing that makes people laugh. And maybe think a little, too. Hope you really enjoy. If you laugh, please share this blog with your friends so we can grow our subscriber base and online influence. We are on a mission to spread joy, mirth, cheer, yule, and good humor to as many folks as possible. Thank you for joining this effort. Sláinte! - PS Conway
the consequence of invention
Hello, my digital friends! This week’s poem offers some thoughts around technology… and the consequence of invention. Haven’t we seen it play out over and
dimmer with knowing
Greetings, my delightful digital friends!! I have been told this week’s poem can be interpreted in several ways… I cannot wait to hear your thoughts!
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Greetings, my dear digital friends! This week’s poem is dedicated to my eldest daughter on her birthday. My daughter(s) have blessed my life in ways
in the moonshade of a crucifix
Greetings & salutations, my dear digital friends! Grief is such a powerful emotion. We all handle it differently. Many stars we see at night are
wind
Hello, my delightful digital friends! This week’s poem seeks to convey some dense themes in just 31 words. An homage, if you will, to a
surrender
Salutations, my dear digital friends! So many times when I write poetry, it is a spontaneous act. Mind clears. Words flow. The Muses are in
stolen ears
Welcome, my dear digital friends! I dedicate this week’s new poem to my two daughters who are now both thriving young ladies in their mid-twenties.
sunbaked
Salutations, my dear digital friends! This week’s poem, in part, tackles the notion of self-esteem and worth. Oh, how our minds can be such cruel,
under the bridge
Greetings, my dear digital friends! I am always amazed how innocent and often revelatory the mind of a child can be. They can observe the
an expectant sea
Hello and welcome, my digital friends! For those of you who write, how often does your narrative begin in the middle of the story, then
scarlet cord
Welcome and salutations, my dear digital friends! It’s funny. As a poet, I’ve been told that picking your favorite poem is akin to picking your
that cottage on the hill
Greetings, my dear digital friends! This week’s poem was an exercise in tone. I mean, don’t get me wrong, it’s well written and incorporates some
the ineffable secrets of light
Greetings, my delightful digital friends! I wrote this poem after reading a fascinating article about Vincent Van Gogh this morning, citing some new theories that
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Hello and welcome, my dear digital friends. I have always been a massive fan of fantasy as a genre. And by extension, as many of
north winds
Hello and welcome, my dear digital friends! As I continue to age, and not in the amazing Benjamin Button-esque way I so crave, I have