Writing

I had always assumed he just didn’t like to talk. We’d do the usual idle talk at the start. He’d ask me what sort of haircut I wante..

A short story. Based on some prompts from a literature forum.

THIS FICTIONAL POEM TAKES PLACE IN THE 1930s.

This is a fictional poem.

Christmas has come and it's a busy time for churches the world over.

A barber has to soothe an agitated customer with a tall tale. Adapted from a produced short film screenplay.

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