I wonder why anyone would choose stomach-acid yellow paint for an ER, as if bile were a calming hue.
The Tan Place by L. Jackson
Category: Essays
An archive of all of the personal essays we’ve published at Hippocampus Magazine over the years.
Cannot Be Seen, Nor Even Touched by Petra Perkins
“Why would you do that?” my son asked. “It’s a long way to go, to see something that lasts only a few seconds.”
In the Twinkling of an Eye by Amelia Franz
The caboose rumbled past the parsonage driveway, next door to the Church of God where Daddy pastored.
el pretérito by Zach Sheneman
You have come to this university on and off for a decade—as a music major first, and then a dropout…..
The Momentum of Nostalgia by Jenn Hall
I don’t know why I went south looking for my father, but I did.
Odds Are by Suzanne Roberts
“Who’s Your Momma? seems lucky,” I told Sandra. “I love her name.”
Imagining Cuba by Laura Platas Scott
I learned words that day I may have heard before, but this time I listened. Exile (a sad word). Refugee (also sad)…
A Temporary Quiet by Andrea Marcusa
All is silent except for a subtle, “chug, ta, ta,” a faraway sound like the wheels of a train quietly rolling within me.
A Conspiracy of Mercy by Feivel Wolff
A most wonderful and horrible thing happened ten years ago this winter. We had another daughter.
Quitclaim by Anne E. Noonan
Anne is finding language inadequate: not quite up to the task, not quite the partner she’d hoped for…
