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I’ll Stick Around

by Ross White

I like the world today.
I like its raw ore heart exposed,
I like its big dumb male oceans fumbling Continue reading

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Barbershop

by Paul Hostovsky

“Nobody calls it a barbershop anymore
except you, Dad,” says my son
when I tell him that’s where we’re going. Continue reading

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