I don’t write a lot of romantic poetry. But sometimes the Muses present me with words that are quite lovely and must be shared. Especially
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
a true father
Communication. The key to relationships. My grandmother always touted it, and no truer words have ever been spoken. What happens when we cease communicating? When
trace my lips
This sad, affecting poem reminds me of so many different things… but especially the enduring power of true love. Call me a romantic, but learning
catharsis
My friend, Bobby, from our writing community on Twitter, was my Muse for this poem. We all need catharsis in our lives – that release
frozen isolation
My Twitter friend, Martii, was my Muse for this poem. She lives in Norway and asked me to write a poem that reflects the boredom
the swamp
I love allegories. Sometimes a high fantasy poem is, at least to some degree, more than a high fantasy poem. Perhaps it’s social or political
thomas
Bridging the gap between doubt and faith is a fundamental challenge of the human condition. Whether we question our relationships, our governments, our gods… the
the luddite
In modern terms, a luddite is a technophobe. A person who fear or avoids new technology. With so many of us suckling on the teat
gentle
I adore this poem. Amongst my faves. Also one of the first pieces I wrote in 2020 (and forgot to add it when I built
in darkness
What’s old is new again? This was one of the first poems I ever wrote in 2020. After a nightmare. Waking up soaked in sweat
entropy
I love post-apocalypse stories. As a poet, for me, it’s essential to focus as much on the human intimacies as it is on the story.
indoctrination
The drip drip drip of indoctrination. The repetition until lies become truth. Whether it’s a relationship or politics or religion, when we lose our ability
come forth
The bible tells us that Jesus resurrected Lazarus from the dead. Think on your life when you were made to feel less, like nothing. Dead.
Christmas glen
There’s something magical about Christmas. This fable attempts to capture that sense of childlike wonderment in something beautiful and ancient. Something that feels like a
passions slaked
The followers of Dionysus certainly new how to experience “ecstatic frenzy” in the worship of their god. The story of Pentheus and his mother, Agave,
the deal
Playing with poetic forms can be challenging – and a lot of fun. Here I have created a Petrarchan sonnet that stays true to traditional
an apology to jesus christ
If Jesus could talk to us, what we he say about the world today? The world he gave his life for? To quote a meme
rapture
Love. How close does it bring us to god? Do we just miss heaven in those moments in between moments? Is the closest we get
the púca
The púca is a legendary nature spirit of Irish nightmares and folklore. This shapeshifter takes many forms – human, horse, wolf, cat…. even a rabbit.
excommunicated
Being alone is so difficult. Separated from love, religion, even your world.. that pernicious sense of loneliness can be soul crushing. Compounded with betrayal? Welcome