A blog in honor of Ernest Hemingway's continual search for the perfect sentence. Now in a new and improved haiku format!
Berate and browbeat
like some imperialist
of yore, but just wait
Templates for temple
building don't include guidance
for constant worship
In the orchard stands
an ancient oak that dwarfs all
in mystical grace
Keep typing, talking,
and tootling along, stumbling
towards infinity
An empty can tossed
from a car window — sloth
or provocation?