A blog in honor of Ernest Hemingway's continual search for the perfect sentence. Now in a new and improved haiku format!
A dull light like
weak tea seeps in and teases
on this dreary day
Count down the hours
or count your blessings but not
your unhatched chickens
The window was both
refuge and adversary,
betwixt birth and end
Crush your crutches and
smash those idols so you can
finally be free
The fog rolls in like
rushing sea waves dusting all
in dewy grayness
Paper littering
the floor and Christmas lights on
the blink means it's done