A blog in honor of Ernest Hemingway's continual search for the perfect sentence. Now in a new and improved haiku format!
It doesn't matter,
or so I've been told, as the
path underfoot caves
Apes still, we turn all
technology towards violence,
sex, supremacy
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