PS Conway
@psconway.bsky.social
2x Pushcart Nominee;
Poet-in-Residence @ The Fictional Café 🥂
“Life Sucks”
humor: https://a.co/d/0qHin5u 🤣
“Echoes Lost in Stars”
poetry: https://a.co/d/76gM1Rt ☘️
Website: PSConway.com
🔗: linktr.ee/psconway
Poet-in-Residence @ The Fictional Café 🥂
“Life Sucks”
humor: https://a.co/d/0qHin5u 🤣
“Echoes Lost in Stars”
poetry: https://a.co/d/76gM1Rt ☘️
Website: PSConway.com
🔗: linktr.ee/psconway
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PS Conway
@psconway.bsky.social
· Mar 26
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“Life Sucks” doesn't suck.
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- Hilarious, #satirical, and deeply human - like Monty Python with a colonoscopy.
- A must-read for anyone just in need of a damn good #laugh.
- Darkly #funny, brutally honest, and weirdly comforting.
Buy here: a.co/d/bX0YQE0
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#booksky #writingcommunity
“Life Sucks” doesn't suck.
⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐
- Hilarious, #satirical, and deeply human - like Monty Python with a colonoscopy.
- A must-read for anyone just in need of a damn good #laugh.
- Darkly #funny, brutally honest, and weirdly comforting.
Buy here: a.co/d/bX0YQE0
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#booksky #writingcommunity
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covered
with the clinging detritus
of cardboard boxes
treelight tinsel twinkles
like silvery silvan tears
eyes smiling
absent light
don’t you like my gifts?
bloated
with all of this too muchness
alone with things
wondering
how you will ever survive me...
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#poetry #vss365 #Christmas 🎄
covered
with the clinging detritus
of cardboard boxes
treelight tinsel twinkles
like silvery silvan tears
eyes smiling
absent light
don’t you like my gifts?
bloated
with all of this too muchness
alone with things
wondering
how you will ever survive me...
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#poetry #vss365 #Christmas 🎄
December 25, 2025 at 3:45 PM
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covered
with the clinging detritus
of cardboard boxes
treelight tinsel twinkles
like silvery silvan tears
eyes smiling
absent light
don’t you like my gifts?
bloated
with all of this too muchness
alone with things
wondering
how you will ever survive me...
-
#poetry #vss365 #Christmas 🎄
covered
with the clinging detritus
of cardboard boxes
treelight tinsel twinkles
like silvery silvan tears
eyes smiling
absent light
don’t you like my gifts?
bloated
with all of this too muchness
alone with things
wondering
how you will ever survive me...
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#poetry #vss365 #Christmas 🎄
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the wasteland rages,
white & gray,
a snowblown case of entropy.
winds intone their agony,
snowdevils contort
in shadowed pagan rites.
against the seething scrim,
a yellowed tuft of grass
fights the desecration.
seeks a moment of peace -
apricity upon its blades.
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#poetry #vss365 #read
the wasteland rages,
white & gray,
a snowblown case of entropy.
winds intone their agony,
snowdevils contort
in shadowed pagan rites.
against the seething scrim,
a yellowed tuft of grass
fights the desecration.
seeks a moment of peace -
apricity upon its blades.
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#poetry #vss365 #read
December 21, 2025 at 3:43 PM
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seeking absolution
beneath your watching eyes
i tore myself from the cross
so much blood & pain
holes in my flesh
shall never heal again
the grass
‘round Golgotha is red
& i lie prostrate
the laughter of crows
teaches me to be humble
beneath your watching eyes
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#poetry #vss365 #read
seeking absolution
beneath your watching eyes
i tore myself from the cross
so much blood & pain
holes in my flesh
shall never heal again
the grass
‘round Golgotha is red
& i lie prostrate
the laughter of crows
teaches me to be humble
beneath your watching eyes
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#poetry #vss365 #read
December 20, 2025 at 2:10 PM
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after the fall,
indistinct among the masses,
one snowflake separates
against a slate sky.
it alights gentle
upon my finger,
smiles in gratitude, lingers
then fades.
and i know
i must become a snowflake:
live singularly,
die beautifully,
depart with no regrets.
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#poetry #vss365 #read
after the fall,
indistinct among the masses,
one snowflake separates
against a slate sky.
it alights gentle
upon my finger,
smiles in gratitude, lingers
then fades.
and i know
i must become a snowflake:
live singularly,
die beautifully,
depart with no regrets.
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#poetry #vss365 #read
December 18, 2025 at 2:05 PM
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mists draw thick ‘round riversedge;
i shiver in the kneedeep
of its currents.
memory grows graceless with age;
blueskin mottles in decay
as though i am become a bruise.
but those nettling pains all succumb;
there is only mist and current
and what recalls me.
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#poetry #vss365 #read
mists draw thick ‘round riversedge;
i shiver in the kneedeep
of its currents.
memory grows graceless with age;
blueskin mottles in decay
as though i am become a bruise.
but those nettling pains all succumb;
there is only mist and current
and what recalls me.
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#poetry #vss365 #read
December 17, 2025 at 2:57 PM
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i want to paint you
still, beneath the stars
your golden hair crowned
in a circlet of oleander
fireflies dancing wild
in your boho eyes
beside the hawthorn
upon the ivy & moss
that we once called
our altar to love
a place of sacrifice
before we knew surrender
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#vss365 #poetry #read
i want to paint you
still, beneath the stars
your golden hair crowned
in a circlet of oleander
fireflies dancing wild
in your boho eyes
beside the hawthorn
upon the ivy & moss
that we once called
our altar to love
a place of sacrifice
before we knew surrender
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#vss365 #poetry #read
December 15, 2025 at 2:09 PM
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you promised me safety
high in this aerie,
an heir to the air
and all its promises of flight.
far away,
a monotonous line of mountains
keeps the monsters
at bay,
i want to see them.
but you say not today,
for wings require feathers,
and no feather can be found.
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#vss365 #poetry #read
you promised me safety
high in this aerie,
an heir to the air
and all its promises of flight.
far away,
a monotonous line of mountains
keeps the monsters
at bay,
i want to see them.
but you say not today,
for wings require feathers,
and no feather can be found.
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#vss365 #poetry #read
December 14, 2025 at 2:18 PM
