Wooded path swerves around the lake heading into autumn.
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: Sixty
Bent tree bowing green with time.
Almost Haiku: Fifty-Nine
Window that no one will open today behind the rusted fence.



