A blog in honor of Ernest Hemingway's continual search for the perfect sentence. Now in a new and improved haiku format!
Identity masked
by words meant to convey a
truth that instead shrouds
Let nepo babies
wail as boughs break and cradles
tumble from on high
Soft dogs with hard bones
gnaw and gnaw and dream ancient
dreams of the wild world
Ripped from the womb of
sleep we wrestle with angels
for a day's blessing
The hanged man sees the
world upside down, glimpsing things
missed by all the rest
At journey's end we
return to the peaceable
kingdom of our home