Hello, my friends! I remember when first drafting this poem, I was stuck on the fourth stanza… how to resolve it? A happy or 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
absolution
Salutations, my digital friends! I love when poetry – and sometimes words themselves – can have layered meaning. Absolution is one of those words for
abstract lines
Hello, dear digital friends! For those of you who write, have you ever been so inspired by a stimulus – something you see, hear, smell
a robin alights
Greetings, digital friends! My mother passed away one year ago today. For months after she died, I was numb. Did not cry. Did not hurt.
cheek to cheek
Greetings, my digital friends! The last few weeks have presented you with some pretty dark material. Sorry. Not sorry. Hehe. So this week, I thought
a soft mourning breeze
Happy Halloween weekend, dear digital friends! 🎃 In support of the occasion, this week’s dark little poem seeks to draw you into the nightmares that
absence
Hello, friends! As Halloween approaches, I find myself gravitating toward darker poetry. Well heck, that’s not quite true… I love dark poetry. Regardless… This week’s
between field and forest
Hello, my dear digital friends! This week’s poem holds a lot of meaning for me. But where would the fun be in telling you those
soap bubbles
Hello, dear digital friends! My wife and I were at her nephew’s son’s birthday party a few months ago. It was a wondrous Saturday when
sidhe by the sea
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
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