I’m five and waiting in the front yard for my Dad to return from a two-day business trip to Little Rock.
Bloody Is the Body by Christie Tate
Category: Essays
An archive of all of the personal essays we’ve published at Hippocampus Magazine over the years.
Two Fishing Women by Ryan Odinak
Mama stands over the stove, one hand resting on the shelf of her wide hip, the other holding a metal spatula.
Eruption by Yvanna Vien Tica
The night the volcano spewed ash into our lives, I dreamt about eating lava.
Kitchen Instincts by Suzanne Orrell
At my house, Rosh Hashanah — the Jewish New Year — wasn’t complete without creamy, cheesy noodle kugel…
Drift by Karen Kao
The synonym for a sixty-year-old is sexagenarian, which seems to promise a lot more than it delivers.
Act of Contrition by Mark Lucius
I knelt in stillness and waited for the priest to slide open the window that separated us.
Swimming with My Grandma by Brooke Randel
On my birthday, my grandma loses her speech. Her caregiver thinks it might be a stroke.
Feeling the Sands by Stephanie Eardley
Tonight, my husband and I, along with our tour group, will try to see a rarity—a sea turtle come ashore to nest.
The Dying Room by Leanne Pierce Schneider
When they arrive, she is propped up on pillows in the hospital bed.
Pulses by Kathy Davis
Once, arms waving in frustration, my father said, “If no one’s alive who remembers you, it’s like you never existed.”
