…so we kick our checkered Vans into the back of the closet and add each other on LinkedIn.
in the fall of 2015 everything was bernie sanders and motion city soundtrack and nothing hurt by Alex Brown
Category: Essays
An archive of all of the personal essays we’ve published at Hippocampus Magazine over the years.
My Old Kentucky Cocaine Haircut by Richard Stuecker
As I wound down the mountains, I discovered new layers and depths of misery caused by addiction…
The Science That Set Me Free by Kerry Benson
He stares not because I am different from his son, but because I am the same.
Enduring the Gifts of Soviet Dentistry by Marya Zilberberg
It’s a fall afternoon in 1971, and all forty of us in grade 4-A of the Odessa School #37 are ordered to get our coats and line up…
The Power Economy of Dad by Caleb Coy
My dad is a saver, that breed who knows how to conserve money, and one of his ways is by saving power.
Fan of Anne Sexton by Allison Gruber
A tornado dream for the first time in years. I used to dream of tornadoes repeatedly; they varied in size, some small as ponies, some as big as god.
Fast Girls by Robert Burke Warren
I looked up from my copy of Hustler. There sat my friend, Buddha-like on a pallet of Sesame Street cushions, face crumpled in a frown…
An Incredibly Brief and Unfinished History of Sound by Kirsten Reneau
They don’t think that the Big Bang was much like a bang at all.
The Year(s) of the Dog by Carrie Friedman
Bowie ate everything. Poop. Wallets with the money still inside. Contact lenses.
Hide and Seek by Kathryn Leehane
Two decades ago my older brother pried open the doors of a moving bus and jumped out.
