PS Conway
2x Pushcart Nominee;
Recently published in The Belfast Review, Spectral Realms 🥂
“Life Sucks”
humor: a.co/d/0qHin5u 🤣
“Echoes Lost in Stars”
poetry: a.co/d/76gM1Rt ☘️
Website: PSConway.com
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- - i am the ripened wine derived from your vine, deep in loam, your consecrated terroir. my supple bruised hue anoints your lips, and you wince at my staining for the taste of thorns a crown may never forget, recalling wounds that no bottle, no cork can improve. - #vss365 #poetry
- - i hate to get so riled, but my emotions, waves of fear, can’t separate from the concept of the mind two distinct things so deeply intertwined a ghost in the machine i feel weak and if i’m being honest, a bit sick to my stomach over the idea of seeing you so near. - #vss365 #poetry
- - sometimes endings create new beginnings that takeoff tension when a plane departs earth the logic of knowing death bides but your heart races, recalcitrant with the thrill of flight and life’s everyday pain fades seen in contrails by envious observers far below - #poetry #vss365
- - the Holly King once told me, beware the free folk they’re in service to the oak. a snowflake melted upon my cheek slow as a tear at solstice he glowered deep, there is no soul only meat and blood and bone salvation is in what you take and what you try to keep. - #poetry #vss365
- - vile thoughts like maggots in my brain headlight on a train a migraine arrives to quiet the writhe inside me that says go do it now it must be so summon the shadows like line-dried linens more scent than form chloroform vapors cover my ears stifle their screaming - #poetry #vss365
- - nestle down here in the crook of my arm, release your fear that smothers love’s beckon, bask with me in window-lit apricity, let my lips soothe your worry away, the day is waning soft, like a prayer in a sunset graveyard, buried in snow. - #poetry #vss365
