Anxious work we to forstall The plague that has made slaves of all, Heedless of […]
Category: Poetry & Prose
Sometimes I write poetry, usually in the middle of the night on post-its. (Sometimes I edit it, too, but only in the mornings.) And even less frequently, I post it (no pun intended) here.
(Unless explicitly stated, these works are copyright Parker LaMascus, 2020. Please ask permission before sharing or publishing these pieces.)
a love sonnet
The starry firmament above thee pales! Thine sparkling eye, coquettish, yet naive, thy velvet skin […]
Augury
We have perfect foreknowledge of nothing, and of the most crucial everything: Death is coming. […]
panegyric
Cain! Murderer. Traitor. Progenitor of true depravity. Jealous of his brother’s burnt offering (and dull, […]
heat, or light?
We blame the plunge on Icarus, and villainize the joy he found in sudden emancipation, […]