Doorways dripping paint
warm colors
inside a snowy day.
Almost Haiku: Seventy-Nine
Author: Vincent Mars
I write as a way of life: stories, blogs, articles, almost-poems. I'm a freelancer, a vegetarian, and I listen to Leonard Cohen and enjoy French films. We are dying a little more with each new day we live, so shouldn't we make the most of our time?
Almost Haiku: Seventy-Eight
People on the street
Coming and going
Not a familiar face.
Almost Haiku: Seventy-Seven
Gray sky pressing down
one building, one footstep
at a time.
boy with a hat 