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Cydafectcia

By Frank Hinton

A WOMAN ON A MEDICINE BOX IS SMILING AT ME. She looks like she has just recovered. She is sitting on a sun lit field. Thank you for purchasing Cydafectcia, the clinically proven anti-depressant drug. Cydafectcia is FDA approved to treat depression, certain types of social anxiety conditions, post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD), panic disorder, obsessive-compulsive... »

Simon Says

By Frank Hinton

“LET’S PLAY A GAME OF SIMON SAYS.” Simon® says,“Read this sentence.” Simon® says,“slow things down, take a minute to jump out of your regular pace, just chill.” Simon® says, “I have something to tell you.” We all listen to Simon®. Simon® has oiled skin and a firm, well-defined jaw. Simon’s® hair falls in loops down... »

Picked

By Frank Hinton

some days you wake up and those are the days you are alive. your eyes open and you take in the things around you. maybe you’ve been lucky enough to find yourself in a warm, soft bed. maybe someone you find beautiful is sleeping beside you. maybe you think you know what love is. as... »

Underwear

By Frank Hinton

Dear Mr.Hinton, We thought it was clear in our last communication, that you would cease all publications on your “blog.” As previously discussed, you were to change the name of your blog or delete it altogether. Since our last meeting, you have done neither. As you know, Steinfeld’s Ltd is planning to release their new... »

Helium Angst

By Frank Hinton

By Carson Rogers WHEN I SIT DOWN, I tell you I am going to read you this. I tell you that it is a love letter from me to you. I say I wrote it on the flash, it was love-spawned inspiration. You are looking at me with weary eyes; you are crossing your legs,... »

Memory Garden

By Frank Hinton

ANNA REMEMBERED PLAYING WITH DOLLS and making mud pies in the garden when she was little. She had friends then; a boy named Robert with freckled cheeks, a girl named Helen that always chewed gum. Anna liked to sit and remember her friends, they were the only real memories she had now. Her eyes open... »

Fan Site

By Frank Hinton

DEAR AMANDA, First of all, I would like to thank you for making such a wonderful site. “FansofFrankHinton.com” was such a wonderful thing to behold this morning over morning coffee. It is a great 2.0 website and I am excited to see it grow. I will try to answer your questions (which I am assuming... »

tickled pink

By Frank Hinton

i cry my name from the bottom of a tibetan bowl. i wind my shawl closer round my neck & i close my fly for fear i might take flight at the first sign of fear. i ask her, What’s up with you – you seem down, and she does not answer because she’s... »

Observations From an Evening Walk

By Frank Hinton

A CIGARETTE, the butt. A napkin, yellowed. Twig. Twig. Small nest of ants. A clear plastic bag, unfinished crossword inside. Noted the word “anamnesis” A small, half ripped piece of note paper. Pink ink. Afraid to pick it up. A little village of aged sunflower stems, pale colored towers. Fresh wad of bright green gum. Smells like melon-berry. A small fairy, long dead,... »

The Amputee

By Frank Hinton

THE AMPUTEE’S TAXI RIDE WAS OVER. He had left his money in the left side pocket of his jeans. He reached into the pocket with his right hand. The cab driver’s eyes found the amputee’s eyes in the rear view mirror as the amputee dug around for a bill. The amputee twisted around in... »