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  • Crafton-Ingram

    by Lisa Pickett

    “There they go marching down Ingram Avenue dressed as little monsters and witches in the annual Halloween Parade. Prancing back on over to Resurrection Sunday hunting for those Ingram Park golden Easter eggs.”

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  • Spice Ain’t White

    by Roosha Mandal

    “Alphabet, alphabet, alphabet soup:/ the clear, viscous drizzle singes my taste buds/ and my tongue yearns for/ clove, cardamom, and a country of colorful saris.”

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  • Warm

    by Seth Parente

    Sunflower seeds sit salty against my cheek
    Teeth cracking the shells
    Warm and sharp
    Broken pieces on my tongue
    A burnt taste of nostalgia

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