A blog in honor of Ernest Hemingway's continual search for the perfect sentence. Now in a new and improved haiku format!
Let the song surround
you, seep into the soul and
remind you of home
Stare up at the stars
at the light predating the
oldest book or art
The burned out house got
a facelift but they could not
cover death's shadow
I used to drink 'em
under the table but now
I am the table