Author: little-quill.com

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Rookie and the Old Man

I stopped trying to make connections or friendships with any of them. Any of them, except for that old man across the street. I haven’t seen him yet for probably a few days now since my first arrival in this neighborhood. I sometimes would see his truck coming out of the path, but the window pane is so dark, that it’s hard to make out what he looks like. I had this impression that he’s probably an old grumpy man, judging by how far his house probably is from the road.

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THE POETIC PERSONA

I have always struggled with creating poetry and I have connected it to my inability to recognize and accept my own feelings and emotions; it is something that I usually either run away from or […]

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DEAD LEAVES

It was probably ten in the evening. My body was telling me that it was about this time of the day. But the sun was just starting to tint my skin with a subtle orange […]

Night stroll with a faithful friend

I. It was a balmy summer night in the city, the air heavy with the scent of blooming flowers and the promise of rain. A man in a worn cap made his way down to […]