A blog in honor of Ernest Hemingway's continual search for the perfect sentence. Now in a new and improved haiku format!
The crickets are still
chirping but there's a chill in
the air this morning
In this pay-to-play
land you gotta plunk down cash
for what they promise
Seeds of night spring forth
evil tendrils but magic
hides in the dawn light
Liars' lairs once bathed
in darkness now spotlighted
still disguise the truth
Relics once holy
from a dead religion now
sit in a museum
Self-sabotage is
a favorite pastime for those
who strive for permanence