He was three minutes late for the interview we scheduled. His military-wired clocks had been blinking twelve hundred hours for nearly two years by then.
A Friend Home From War by Adam Gianforcaro
Canterbury Cathedral by Alex Grasseschi
Her eyes flicker open in the quiet. She tries to count the chimes, and an irrational panic surges for a moment as they clang far past nine…
Saudade by Lesley Heiser
… it had been six sharp when they ascended the platform, she in a $50 dress that she’d spotted in a hotel gift shop…
We’re Minnesota Bound: Hippocampus at AWP
Hippocampus Magazine will have a table at AWP 2015, and we’re doing all sorts of fun things. Find us at at the Bookfair at 1846.
Comeback by Maggie Pahos
It’s Saturday morning in Bordo, a 500-year-old village in the Italian Alps where I’m working for two weeks in exchange for food and a place to sleep…
Wonder by Leslie Tucker
…my lifetime of church attendance halted abruptly at age seventeen when we read Being and Nothingness in my honors lit class.
Rape Stories by Melissa Frederick
A summer night in Rome feels strangely vacant. After the last of the taxis and weaving mopeds careen into oblivion, a breeze ripples through the dry air…
Searching for Neptune by Susan Pope
We can’t find Neptune. After four hours I want to give up, but my husband Jim is a shadow on the snowy trail ahead of us and he’s not quitting.
Still by Rick Brazeau
At eleven, I was perhaps a little young for such an important task, but ardent in my desire to please God.
First Day by Gail Anderson
We are on the roof: Jonathan, Leo, and I. Or rather, I am on the roof, and they are on the ladder. Twelve years old is too young to be on the roof, I tell them, especially such a roof.
