Hello, dear digital friends! There is a lot to unpack in this week’s poem. But my primary focus in this introduction is to discuss a
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
nameless
Greetings, dear digital friends! This week’s poem is a dramatic turn from the natural beauty and loving imagery of my last few releases. Sorry. Life
woodland grace
Hello, my friends! Two weeks in a row we are exploring the subject of trees in my poems. Must be something to do with the
together
Salutations, dear friends! As I age, I find myself gravitating toward things that endure. I suppose, in part, because my own mortality has become more
a ghost recalls
Hello, dear friends! Many of you who read my weekly poetry releases know I gravitate to challenging topics around loss, loneliness, and the search for
i dreamed a meadow into being
Welcome, dear friends! For many citizens of the world, this has been such a sweltering summer. Record heat and humidity even clawed its way into
in moonlight
Greetings & salutations, my friends! I really do not want to comment too much on this week’s poem other than it started around the idea
eyes fixed ahead
Welcome, my friends! I think it was the famous poet laureate, Pat Benatar, who once told us “love is a battlefield.” Cool dance sequences aside,
the mercy that never comes
Greetings, my friends! Many of you who know me personally know of my deep abiding love for science fiction and fantasy literature. Authors like Asimov,
sweep me away
Hello, my friends! Not sure about you, but modern life feels weighty to me sometimes. In some ways, daily life has been the same for
rough edges
Greetings, my friends! This week, I am deviating from my more academic approach to poetry, in favor of something more visceral. For context, by the
endless years
Hello, dear friends! Sometimes love can be so close yet so far away. Too often we fail to act, and isn’t life all about timing?
an odd tree
Hi, friends! For those of you who write… have you ever finished writing something and say to yourself… damn that’s good. That was this poem
hazy days by the lakeshore
Hey, friends! Just flew home from our holiday in Ireland… and, boy, are my arms tired! 😊 Apologies for the bad dad joke. And it
enough for today
Hi, friends! Greetings from an extended family holiday in Westport, Ireland celebrating Dad Conway’s 80th birthday. We are, as you read, currently visiting the Cliffs
evaporate
Hello, dear friends! In this week’s poem, I try to turn the camera. Reverse the lens to a different point of view. We have all
echoes lost in stars
Hello, friends! This week’s poem was a fun exercise in emotional design and construction. It was originally entitled “in the dark of night” due to
let the rains fall
Hello, friends! Over the last few years, and for this week’s poem in particular, I have learned that I serve several Muses each time I
constancy of the tide
Welcome, dear friends! This week’s poem touches on something very near and dear to my heart… rhythm. Many of you who know me will recall
in horror
Welcome, my friends! This week’s poem is an homage to sonnetry. Though I am certain some of my contemporaries still espouse the virtues of free