A blog in honor of Ernest Hemingway's continual search for the perfect sentence. Now in a new and improved haiku format!
Winter-ruined and
paint-peeled the old house waits for
spring's tender embrace
I miss the feeling
of my face pressed against a
darkened car window
Yesterday's arcane
knowledge has become today's
meme stripped of meaning
Garbage-strewn snow piles
dot the fields in which purple
crocuses have sprung
Push me, pull you, in
an endless cycle of harsh
primate posturing
Flash in the pan
flames out after brief viral
fame til the next one
Grackles, like well-drilled
soldiers, descend to feast, and
send sparrows fleeing