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Ballad of Timothy Tungsten by Doug Bond

By Frank Hinton

Mighty Timothy Tungsten Was tongue-tied again With a bridle in his mouth His head full of gin. »

Eden or Geometry, poems by Ganga Dhakal

By Frank Hinton

I wish the degrees of dreams were equal to the angle of my heart. »

Bloodshot Coffee and Sleepy Feet, Poems by Paula Ray

By Frank Hinton

Sleep is a leaky Styrofoam cup on the windowsill with day old coffee. »

& the children will grow alone by Mel Bosworth

By Frank Hinton

The dog said “Rembrandt” but it was more like Picasso. »

Anything Seen From a Distance is Instantly Picturesque, or, The Music Box by Kristina Darling

By Frank Hinton

Once the last aria fades, a young man leans against the rail­ing of the theatre’s grand entrance... »