A blog in honor of Ernest Hemingway's continual search for the perfect sentence. Now in a new and improved haiku format!
She walks with me tho
her spirit was commended
to you long ago
Let's construct a new
world from the bones of the old
men who betrayed us
Straight and narrow or
a twisted path lead to the
same darkened doorway
Night falls slowly in
summer when the sun doesn't
want to go to bed
Sublimate anger
into art that tears away
the veil of falsehood