A blog in honor of Ernest Hemingway's continual search for the perfect sentence. Now in a new and improved haiku format!
Elusive answers
to existential questions
hang in the half-light
I'm sick of writing
these damn haikus and will shut
it down (April Fools)
The satirists have
been sacked and sci fi writers
put out to pasture
The drum's cadence has
slowed from fevered call to arms
to graveside murmur
In sway to a dream
that's been dead for decades you
kill any future