The delight of Fred Amram’s memoir, We’re In America Now, about growing up as an immigrant to America, arriving at age six in 1939, comes entirely from his verve.
REVIEW — We’re in America Now: A Survivor’s Stories by Fred Amram
Hippocampus Magazine Seeking Social Media Writers, Section Editor, Copy Editors, and Readers
UPDATE – As readers often stumble upon older blog posts and announcements; we wanted to add here that as of 8/28/2017, application period is closed; most positions have been filled. Hippocampus Magazine is growing and, with that, comes a need to expand our volunteer team. We’re looking to add a few members to our editorial…
2017 Contest Open: Remember in November Contest for Creative Nonfiction to Award $1,200+ (Deadline August 31)
Hippocampus Magazine is giving away more than $1,200 in cash and prizes this November in our seventh annual creative writing contest
I Take It Back by Warren Merkel
We make eye contact. What looks like raw fear is slicked across your face. I want to say, It’s okay, I won’t hurt you…
Scissors by Jane Marcellus
My mother called her brother’s scissors “the scissors” because they were the only ones we had.
The Makeup of Things by Chelsea Ardle
Crows line up like racecars at the grand prix, one after the other, pushing their way forward.
Recipe for Salat Olivier by Alex Simand
Mothers are responsible for salads. Dozens of salads in a motley crew of bowls dug from the back of the cabinet for the occasion…
Circle Where it Hurts by Leslie Kendall Dye
I care for my mother, who was—is?—very beautiful, very brilliant, very talented. She was a champion ice-skater at Rockefeller Plaza in the 1940s…
The Psychologists by Marianna Pogosyan
My husband kisses my painted lips and hands me a bouquet of orange tulips that he has bought for another woman.
Before Lent by Jane Murray Bird
I killed the birds the day I left my husband. Three of them; no stones
