A blog in honor of Ernest Hemingway's continual search for the perfect sentence. Now in a new and improved haiku format!
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
Bluster like frigid
and howling wind numbs unto
paralysis
Grinding teeth or gears
the world continues to lurch
forward, crushing all
Let me get back to
that dream so rudely ripped from
me by the dawn's roar