A blog in honor of Ernest Hemingway's continual search for the perfect sentence. Now in a new and improved haiku format!
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
When he returned from the war his parents had moved, leaving no forwarding address.
Monday, May 30, 2011
Even with the wild current and profusion of debris hitting the boat the gamblers refused to leave.
Sunday, May 29, 2011
The inmates' argument as to exactly what the white whale in Moby Dick represented ended in a full-scale prison riot.
Saturday, May 28, 2011
The potentate realized too late just how subservient he had become to the ballerina.
Friday, May 27, 2011
Clara was as lonely as a carnival before sundown.
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
The sunset couldn't come fast enough.
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
Some days he would catch himself thinking about his father, now alone and slowly dying in a decrepit rest home, but would never find the time to visit.
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