A blog in honor of Ernest Hemingway's continual search for the perfect sentence. Now in a new and improved haiku format!
Pluck at the string and
watch the world unravel like
a grinning Nero
Wake up to reports
of the dying and the dead
roll over and hide
The nightlife gave way
to daylight runs and freedom
not found in darkness
Stare at the screen as
they parade in finery
and we dream it's us