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PS Conway
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Poet-in-Residence @ The Fictional Café 🥂

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“Echoes Lost in Stars”
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born with
a tempest inside me,
still learning the stakes it shapes,

shoes slipping
on wet stone,
wind pulling
at my sleeves
as if to claim a place in me,

a moment
held at the edge
of surrender.

i pause
between what matters
and the tide
that would wash me away.
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#vss365 #poetry #read
November 29, 2025 at 2:47 PM
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you often told me
my first love was words;
you couldn’t share
your full heart
when half was returned.

so we interred our love
in a sidhe by the sea;
a soft promise,
bidding it health
in the afterlife.

and i took up my nib,
alone with the images
i penned for you.
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#vss365 #poetry #read
November 28, 2025 at 3:32 PM
psconway.bsky.social
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the poet considers
his wilted rose garden
from behind the sanctity
of a window.

his hands clean,
a curated barrier between
the real and perceived,

learning how beauty,
once loved in name,
can wither
when left untouched…

how fragile these living things.
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#vss365 #poetry #read
November 27, 2025 at 3:55 PM
psconway.bsky.social
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cats are solitary creatures,
most find love at arm’s length
- there are limits to affection.

liminal space,
the cat and i
stare into the puddle
pooling by your headstone.

neither soul casts a reflection,
only your name etched in granite
floats upon its surface.
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#vss365 #poetry #read
November 26, 2025 at 3:20 PM
psconway.bsky.social
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late in the night
the angel Azrael by my bedside,
searching my eyes
was i ready to leave?

ill-conceived
and ill-timed,
so much left to do
with my life.

my reply rose indignant:
whereto?

a solemn smile,
that is up to you, my child,
it has always been
up to you.
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#poetry #vss365 #read
November 25, 2025 at 2:56 PM
psconway.bsky.social
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the great wars have ended,
the fires no longer burn,
wheat grows over the dead,

and i have departed,
found my own gray haven
where feelings are no longer relevant,

there is only each moment,
as feathery,
as faint as a moth’s tattered wing.
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#poetry #vss365 #reac
November 24, 2025 at 3:49 PM
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silent,
amongst the stars of god
we covet.

desire un-staved,
we ache for their pallor
to cool the seethe,
settle the need.

endless embers
praying for the un-achievable:
entropy,
our final grace.

listening
to the broken glass tinkle
when each star
begins to fall.
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#vss365 #poetry #read
November 23, 2025 at 2:45 PM
psconway.bsky.social
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i am a beaker,
a fragile glass vessel
bare as betrayal

‘til you fill me
with the silken splashings
of your chemistry

reactions ululate
in silent violent science

i await, patient
eager to see how measurable
your love has become

or if what results
remakes me.
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#poetry #vss365 #read
November 22, 2025 at 2:55 PM
psconway.bsky.social
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here at rainbow’s end,
there is no gold

only the sea
lifting the clouds
connecting
elemental

amidst colors
fragrant and specific
i am lost

in the forever scent
that lingers
of you
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#vss365 #poetry #read
📸 = mine, Ardmore Bay ☘️
November 21, 2025 at 3:03 PM
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your words stick
like wet cotton candy to fingers,
lab-made, pastel pink,
and utterly unnatural.

our love staggers,
held together
by bubblegum and paperclips.

my heart stacks
actions like paperweights
each in the shape of
carnival souvenirs.
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#vss365 #poetry #read
November 20, 2025 at 2:16 PM
psconway.bsky.social
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your eyes are lanterns
illuminating
the pale stones
that lead me
back to you,

but the path has many forks,
each another seduction

seeking to distract me
or defer me
delay me,
derail me
from finding you again.

each choice,
my frail free will,
the days slip away.
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#poetry #read #vss365
November 19, 2025 at 1:14 PM
psconway.bsky.social
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our wishes tarry
on the edge of a dime,
when we carry desire’s offering
into the night…

one goal
one heart
one soul

here in this subtle shadowed bliss,
intention unfolds:
we must suffer love purely
and forgive it back in kind.
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#vss365 #poetry #read
November 17, 2025 at 3:01 PM
psconway.bsky.social
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shackled by life
reeds cling to my feet
hope stalled in sunlight’s echo
until you hold me

your kiss transports me
from this shoreline laced
in memory’s ache
and this flightless being
takes wing

knowing what it means
beneath a fulgent sky
at last to rise
to be free
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#poetry #vss365 #read
November 15, 2025 at 3:01 PM
psconway.bsky.social
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i counted the stars
captured in your eyes
until i lost track…

not of them,
but of the small calculations
that keep two people alive

long after the numbers
have lost their meaning,

long after we discover
the stars are watching us
back.
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#vss365 #poetry #read
November 13, 2025 at 12:24 PM
psconway.bsky.social
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here in the torment
of Tartarus black
this brittle shadow burns
from within

alone with what's real:
flame
and blood
and pain

i long for the soft blue
of rain
i ache for the myth
we once called us

tremulous
and fleeting -
a quivering leaf
still crimson in winter
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#vss365 #poetry #read
November 12, 2025 at 3:14 PM
psconway.bsky.social
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we have returned
to this mountainside
to seek reprieve
from the judgments
that yet plague us…

meted out
measure for measure

i can still see
the appleseed sin
lingering in your eye
holy juices
wetting Isabella’s chin

we watch aghast
and feel forgiven.
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#vss365 #poetry #read
November 11, 2025 at 2:10 PM
psconway.bsky.social
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i lean into your voice,
reading the moss
upon rain-slick stone,

a living text,
a testament to connection,

in those subtle words,
full of spacious intonation,

i see an author,
whose vast literature
unfolds through every breath we share.
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#vss365 #poetry #read
November 10, 2025 at 9:50 AM
psconway.bsky.social
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luck was never kind.
we both wore our scars
with a secret shame,

but that first kiss
defied every prophecy.

the oracle told us
it was the law of averages
making things right.

we just called it
a good Tuesday.
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#vss365 #poetry #read
November 9, 2025 at 9:22 AM
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i spied you tracing runes
upon the tidepool’s surface,
so certain of your wordless need,

a secret language
long tutored by the nymphs,

while i stood apart,
alone with the morning dewdrops
trembling on my skin,

the sea kept faith,
never teaching me how to speak.
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#vss365 #poetry #read
November 8, 2025 at 11:24 AM
psconway.bsky.social
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watching puddles gather
on our balcony above the sea,

we sip our morning coffee
in silence,
contemplating the rain,

contemplating
the endless ache of tide
along the mossy stones,

their subtle history,
capturing all that we are,
so relentlessly returning.
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#vss365 #poetry #read
November 7, 2025 at 9:42 AM
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we are lost and seeking
in a foreign place

your face erased
all the need it once held
seeping between my knees

until all that remains
is a porcelain slate
absent the geography
i once knew
too well

incapable of emotion
or retained desire
to relearn the language.
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#vss365 #poetry #read
November 6, 2025 at 2:47 PM
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from behind your easel,
you once told me
that color
is a kind of anonymity,

a place for an artist’s soul
to hide.

now
when the morning light,
alive with dust motes,
falls blank across your canvas

i wonder
what it’s like to be famous,
rendered pastel
yet unseen.
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#vss365 #poetry #read
November 5, 2025 at 3:00 PM
psconway.bsky.social
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wet leaves cling
tight against my windshield,
desperate to be seen.

you used to say
how autumn’s auburn
was Demeter’s mask,
burnt and fading.

the first snowflake
her bespoke tear,
an education
in mourning.
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#vss365 #poetry #read
November 4, 2025 at 1:31 PM
psconway.bsky.social
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we camped
in a lea full of starlight,
sharing an apple
cut by the same dulled blade
that once knew its edge.

you said
the night felt domestic.

as if the dark might roof us,
as if the crickets were a song
on the radio,
a white noise to help us forget
the cold.
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#vss365 #poetry #read
November 3, 2025 at 1:45 PM
psconway.bsky.social
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your frail face
fades inside the mirror,
slick entrail tears
spill past the glass,
a sorrow which will not still
 
we pale creatures cry,
echoes without end
for this love,
its reveries,
its endless afflictions.
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#vss365 #poetry #read
November 2, 2025 at 3:43 PM