Have you ever lost yourself in passion? Surrendered yourself, body and soul, to a moment? That feeling is so unforgettable. It can even trend 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
labors of Hebe
“As flies to wanton boys, are we to the gods; they kill us for their sport.” – William Shakespeare, King Lear. This poem attempts to
blessed night
nyctophilia – an abnormal preference for the night; a condition of being very happy and comfortable in the dark. My friends @ Quill & Crow
light and shadow
This poem takes root in Irish mythology… the story of Fionn & Sadhbh. Epilogue with background story to follow. EPILOGUE A dark sorcerer turns the
cast no shadow
I almost named this poem “a poet’s passage”. Personally, the notion of death terrifies me. But this vignette is as close to a perfect death
fragrant memories
For me, there is a certain je ne sais quoi about stories with surprise endings, poetic or otherwise. I struggle to capture the words for
roses wilted
Grief is so powerful. So devastating. It can make us feel powerless, even useless. I intentionally structured this poem as a simple, short vignette and
juniper grows sparse
Sometimes nightmares are so vivid, they warrant capture… in words. This scene was so clear to me when I opened my eyes. I’m often left
croagh patrick ☘
Being the namesake of an Irish saint like Saint Patrick is a heavy burden. Especially on St Paddy’s Day. But it’s a Celtic cross I
transgressions paid
I often find myself drawn back to Ireland in my poetry. Not sure if it’s a matter of ancestry alone. We have visited “the motherland”
northern lights
My Twitter friend, Martii, was my Muse for this poem. She lives in Norway and asked me to write a poem that combined passion with
yoknapatawpha
Lies. Sins. In some cases, can death be the one true forgiveness for our lies and sins? Or can we learn to forgive those who
what tender cost
What are people willing to do when they are desperate? What price are they willing to pay? What lengths will they go to? This poem
such lights
I am fascinated with challenging themes. I think poetry can allow us a moment to acknowledge those darker, sadder feelings. Give them their space, so
black river
Hug the ones you love. Give thanks if no one in your life suffers from mental health issues. Pray for those who suffer with depression
spilt milk
We spend so much time worrying about minor events we cannot change. “There’s no use crying over spilled milk” is a wonderful idiom to explain
buried treasure
Have you ever been in a relationship with someone who is controlling? Domineering? Smothering? Menacing? Abusive? This is not what love looks like. Get out
a cashew
“Love on the rocks, ain’t no surprise.” Neil Diamond had it nailed in this classic song. When a love sours, it can feel so bad.
halcyon
Oh, halcyon days! What does it take to find peace when we lose those we love? When does the calm settle upon us. How do
a force
This poem is dedicated to the love of my life, my beautiful wife, Susan. Across so many years, through laughter and tears. Today and always…