Welcome, dear friends! This week’s poem explores the mystery and transformative beauty of true love, beginning with the notion of a fevered dream. For those
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
gravity
Hello, my friends! Being the jaded New Englanders we are, my wife, my daughters, and I have always had a bit of snarky contempt for
the poet reflects on his life
My friends, greetings! It snowed in Upstate New York earlier this week… not much of a snow, but it still snowed. In late April! UGH.
‘long fog-stained moors
Hi, friends! This week, let’s explore the ancient legend of the leannán sídhe (“fairy lover”) who in Celtic tradition is a Muse (of sorts) and
pink petals fly
Hi, friends! I love cherry blossoms in the springtime. They carry such fragrant resonance for me of true natural beauty… but they’re time in bloom
uncommon ground
Hey, friends! In June, my siblings and I are taking my dad back to Ireland to celebrate his 80th birthday. Needless to say, my mind
in starlight
Hi, friends! I grew up a few hours away from the Adirondack Mountains in Upstate New York. Fondly regarded as the North Country, my mom’s
alone
Hi, friends! As I have shared with many of you, I love to experiment with different poetic movements, forms, and stylings. My writing is such
chaos of Ragnarök
Hi, friends! Usually I release my poems on Sundays from a queue that is 8-12 weeks old. This gives me time to refine, edit, prioritize,
voices on the wind
Hi, friends! The creative process involved with writing poetry is, hundreds of poems later, still very odd to me. What is the inspiration? UGH! Soooooo
you tyrants do defeat
A sonnet for the people of Ukraine. I borrowed the quotes in the opening and closing lines of my poem from Cassius’s final lines in
a sunflower
Hi, friends! As many of you know, I love to incorporate mythology into some of my poetry. I truly believe that mythic allusions can thicken
maybe tomorrow
Hi, friends! Over 264,000,000 people worldwide live with depression. I wrote this poem in support of our friends and family members struggling with depression, anxiety,
Amalfi coast
Hey, friends! Sharing an older poem this week that somehow got lost in my poetry files. I wrote this poem during some dark times in
raucous laughs
Hey, friends! This week’s poem is a bit of an homage to EAP, of course the incomparable, Edgar Allan Poe. His gothic horror style of
eyes grow heavy
I do not write much Sci-Fi themed poetry although I am a huge fan of the genre. If you were to examine my collection of
cedar grove
This week’s poem addresses difficult subject matter: child abuse. As a father of two amazing young women, I cannot fathom the depravity or cruelty it
blue canoe
Hey, friends! This week’s poem came to me while looking for some free wallpaper art online. Sometimes there is a magical event that connects a
the wee quail
Hey, friends! Staying true to last week’s poetry theme of “layers,” I present you with another new poem that might be interpreted in different layers.
awoken by a rainbow
Happy(er) New Year, my friends! To quote Shrek in the 2001 movie, Shrek, “Ogres are like onions… Onions have layers. Ogres have layers….” Poems are