Category: Essays

An archive of all of the personal essays we’ve published at Hippocampus Magazine over the years.

On hands and knees in the backyard, crawling through tough Bermuda grass, brandishing a stick of bamboo.

We should have been more suspicious once we discovered that the door lock on the little Cessna 152 was frozen.

It is 1986 and I have lived in rural Nepal for a year, without electricity, running water, or a phone.

I don’t know why I put on lipstick. He can’t see my smile through the mask I wear.

“We’re moving again.” I don’t look at Emily when I say this. It’s too hot to turn my head.

He was our vampire, though we didn’t know his name.

We build a ramp on the road outside our house using cinder blocks and a long sheet of plywood…

This is not a story of faith, let’s get that straight right away.

Earlier, in class, the teacher had been screaming at us about our stomachs.

Wayside crosses often serve as markers to represent dangerous places.

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