For a long time, you shouted and whistled and waved your arms with your orange safety buoy lifted up over your head.
Thoughts Had on the Morning of April 4, 2010, While Slowly Drifting Out into the Caribbean Sea by Amber Foster
Category: Essays
An archive of all of the personal essays we’ve published at Hippocampus Magazine over the years.
Spinning on a Fish Hook by Lina Lau
When my husband has a pounding headache for three days, right behind his eyes, he lies in bed in the dark.
Eva by Lisa Dart
My mother was talking about something that had happened over fifty years ago….
The Mess We’re In by Emily James
It’s not the beginning—but it’s one of them—the afternoon her big brother agrees to buy her a six-pack from the 7-Eleven.
Buried in My Wrong Body by Christie O. Tate
In the beginning, I wanted to dance. Ballet. To hear beautiful French words float off my tongue…
Eat This by Mallory Gill
It’s been a few days since the news broke of Anthony Bourdain’s suicide. This is why my boyfriend and I have come to Bun Cha Huong Lien…
Which World We’re In by Jason Schwartzman
I haven’t played pickup basketball in a long time. I work remotely for my job, and a lot of that time I just work in bed…
Fear by Marianna Marlowe
….she anxiously inquires of her in-laws what to expect—mainly, will people in Syria speak English?
The Cyclops Child by Linda Stead
I was two years old when someone first noticed the squint. Mother thought it was nothing, but Aunty continued to plead week after week.
Portraits of a Dying Day by Laura Gilkey
She can’t sleep. The full moon is irrationally bright…. It’s chilly outside. She can’t stay warm, even with central heat and double blankets.
