A blog in honor of Ernest Hemingway's continual search for the perfect sentence. Now in a new and improved haiku format!
Thursday, November 7, 2019
The senator realized in the final moments of his life as he lay in bed alone that he'd attained nothing real and his so-called power was nothing but an empty wasp nest.
Wednesday, November 6, 2019
Debonair til the end he died wearing a tuxedo and two-thousand-dollar shoes on his feet.
Tuesday, November 5, 2019
I chose the highway.
Monday, November 4, 2019
What had we taught our children?
Sunday, November 3, 2019
It was if no time had passed since they'd last seen each other.
Saturday, November 2, 2019
The wind-whipped flames devoured all.
Friday, November 1, 2019
The dog had slowed down some over the years but was still a puppy when it came to playtime.
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