On Writing – P.S. Lorcan

Of Coffee Clouds & Fire

P.S. Lorcan August 5, 2025 August 6, 2025 Letters / Short Stacks / Whatnot

Leaning on the end of the mantel in Ms. Stein’s parlor.

P.S. Lorcan July 30, 2025 July 30, 2025 Letters / Riffs & Poetry / Short Stacks / Whatnot

There’s the remnant of an old mill in Weaverville a stone’s throw from the park…

P.S. Lorcan July 22, 2025 July 23, 2025 Back Porch / Back Room / Letters / Short Stacks / Whatnot

Roadtrip anyone?

P.S. Lorcan June 25, 2025 June 25, 2025 Back Porch / Letters / Short Stacks / Whatnot

Happy Birthday, Musie!

P.S. Lorcan June 11, 2025 July 23, 2025 Back Porch / Back Room / Short Stacks / Whatnot

Long Live The Queen!

P.S. Lorcan April 27, 2025 July 12, 2025 Riffs & Poetry / Short Stacks / Whatnot

We’ll edit later says a poet to a painter, now let’s go paint.

P.S. Lorcan April 18, 2025 April 20, 2025 Back Room / Letters / Short Stacks / Whatnot

I had a dream last night that one of my cats took me across a bridge to a whole world of lost things. There were socks and keys everywhere!

P.S. Lorcan January 5, 2025 January 8, 2025 Back Porch / Riffs & Poetry / Short Stacks / Whatnot

The saucers in Nia’s tea set are covered in little dragonfly nets.

P.S. Lorcan January 5, 2025 January 5, 2025 Back Porch / Riffs & Poetry / Short Stacks / Whatnot

You can skip this part. Especially if you usually break fast with brunch.

P.S. Lorcan December 28, 2024 December 29, 2024 Back Porch / Letters / Riffs & Poetry / Short Stacks / Whatnot

Dear Josephine, The bridges. Are you seeing them? What do they mean? What are The Dragons to The Queen? Sledgehammers & spikes are heavy.