Hippocampus Magazine is giving away more than $1,200 in cash and prizes this November in our fifth annual Remember in November Contest for Creative Nonfiction.
We publish true stories here at Hippocampus, and so many of our writers have been inspired by the maternal figures in their lives, past and present.
Jonah arrived sweaty and breathless, holding a bike. Only the daring biked in Los Angeles.
I wake to a bloom the color of a wet rose on the sheet. I thought I’d dreamt it but, no, there I am, running to the bathroom…
When the phone rings and I see Nora’s picture, I take deep breath and let go of my day’s plans.
Begin at the scalp near the part on the left side where all truths reside, where the gray is camouflaged by the careful application of chemicals.
My brother is fed up. Our ninety-five-year-old father refuses to open his eyes, so instead of confronting him directly, Marc leads me outside.
Stare at them long enough and they don’t belong to you anymore. Wings of naked flesh.
I’d been warned about the smell—some of the old-timers called them “stinkies,” which, even at the time, I thought was unfair…
I have a boyfriend now, Cory Christopherson; he claims to be a serial killer.
