A blog in honor of Ernest Hemingway's continual search for the perfect sentence. Now in a new and improved haiku format!
Not ready to go
but the fuse has been lit; the
timer ticking down.
Cracked, chipped, and gnarled by
time, but still beautiful in
its decrepitude
My mind is empty
today like the infinite
space of a clean page
Confabulate life
from a half-remembered dream
or simply fake it
Soon the parade will
arrive with ballyhoo and
bedlam spreading wide
There, the season of
Mardi Gras has begun, but
here it's just damn cold
Thoughts mirror the bleak
day of biting cold letting
icy words slip out