Wooden beams lock me in Old wonder long faded Is God not love? The words of hate reverberate I can no longer belong A thing like marriage isn’t meant for hate This is a mold I cannot fit, But one I cannot break. ~~~ Andrea Gregory is a Hagerstown Community College student. She likes hiking …
Eons of Suns All the scores of youthful lusts divide Within the decadence of brilliant days. I am rendered speechless, in the desperation the age brings forth; Could it have been you who brought me here to waste along the wind? Could it have been a garden night that so enraged me, To take you, …
Here’s two more from James: ___ Cedars-Sinai Vital signs at zero, a squiggly line gone infinity– guess what I’ve prepared for. An eternity of this nothingness. I tossed the phone like a grappling hook at your distance and it caught. You left it hanging on the bricks, though, and moved to California, where I used …
Welcome to May, everyone! Though you are reading this from us, the Spring ’19 editors, you are reading it in absentia. Our time, though wonderful, is up in the Hedge Apple chair. As it says in the post pinned to the top of the site, we are closed for submissions until the next editors start …
Hey, all, Here’s a beautiful set of short acrostics which Jon graciously provided to us from the experiences of his project. We’ll let him explain: “These are poems from a project called POND. Every day, for one year, I will walk to our pond, jot a few notes, and take a photo or two. Then …
Hi, all! This is just a quick but important announcement. Though we do love reading each and every submission we receive, our tenure as Spring editors is nearly up. Our focus has shifted to presenting, here on our website, all the great work we’ve received since the beginning of the year as well as producing …
Mark’s writing for Revival is captivating. It tugs at you as much as it does envelop. The world he paints, along with its characters, is at once verdant and tragic. We hope you enjoy it as much as we did. Reader discretion is advised for physical and emotional violence. ___ REVIVAL Ruth When I was …
This is Phil’s second publication with Hedge Apple. His first, last semester, is also on our website. Prediction is an honestly-described tale of recollection. Faculty Drub is a limerick–Phil’s seeming signature with us. (It seems both we and our immediate predecessors appreciate limericks.) Enjoy: ___ Prediction He looked into the future at the Corinth County …
This submission from Prof. Schwartz really tugs at the drawstrings of life. Everyone’s experience is colored by sights, sounds, and sensations that remind them of where they’ve been. Sometimes the smallest things can bring conscious and subliminal self-definitions flooding back. That’s the magic of the mind. Enjoy: ___ Photo in a Box Somewhere in a …
Here is the last of three poems Richard sent us. This one stands by itself in attribute to the solitude it describes. Winter can make all places seem lonelier, but especially the one described here. We suppose annual breaks from the visitations of seasonal friends are just another part of the cycle. Regardless, Enjoy: ___ …