If you chose to peruse the pages of Amazon whilst in search of new reading material, and then decided to enter in the search bar, “Hedge Apple Magazine,” it is entirely possible that our Spring 2020 issue would come up. That’s right, folks – it’s live! I want to once again thank everyone who submitted …
An Afternote to a Book Without Us Cockroaches raced along the ground here long before there were dark alleys and rancid dumpsters, truck drivers and greasy spoon diners, old hamburger wrappers to curl up inside. Before we were here, cockroaches scuttled in the nests of dinosaurs, fed on the sticky albumin of newly-hatched eggs, dug …
An Afternote to a Book Without Us Hand in hand, fingers turn to claws and I still know you inside that mask of anger, I can still see the person I will always fall in love with behind those bright eyes, am I going to die tonight? I wonder. Walk with me softly past the …
This is the first of three poems by Holly that we will be posting, which should be the last three pieces we share with you all this spring. Our print issue is currently in the process of being approved, and it will be available to all of you very soon! Keep an eye out for …
Fabrice Poussin teaches French and English at Shorter University. Author of novels and poetry, his work has appeared in Kestrel, Symposium, The Chimes, and many other magazines. His photography has been published in The Front Porch Review, San Pedro River Review, and other publications.
Fabrice Poussin teaches French and English at Shorter University. Author of novels and poetry, his work has appeared in Kestrel, Symposium, The Chimes, and many other magazines. His photography has been published in The Front Porch Review, San Pedro River Review, and other publications.
This is one of three photos we accepted from Fabrice – all perfect for this time of year, as more and more flowers bloom in the early onslaught of warm weather. Enjoy. Fabrice Poussin teaches French and English at Shorter University. Author of novels and poetry, his work has appeared in Kestrel, Symposium, The Chimes, …
Wrinkles The boy looked at his hands. Something had changed. Now he saw two useless wrinkly palms speckled with spots he once had spied upon the leathery flesh of an ancestor. Child still, he caught the shine of a wheel attempting to roll forward upon a sterile floor of bland linoleum, inhaling a perfume now …
Stellar Friends Afraid to look back, hiding the secrets of her intimacy, he can only shed light on the truths revealed to all. Shy to the present, she reveals all to eternity. Her vulnerable past shelters her in false security. She fears little, gliding in the heights of the stratosphere. Her coyness may be the …
This poem of Fabrice’s details an endearing, introspective moment, which is a focal point, it seems, of all three works we’ve chosen to share from him. After Fabrice’s pieces, we will be doing one last comb-through for any remaining pieces in our inbox, so if you are awaiting a decision on something, it’s likely you’ll …