“Dem Bones,” my father says in his heavy Persian accent. It’s a trochee, the way he says it—like my own name, like my brother’s.
Dem Bones by Michael Sausun Shirzadian
Category: Essays
An archive of all of the personal essays we’ve published at Hippocampus Magazine over the years.
The Good Death by Cecily Blench
There was something strangely appropriate about being asked to help lower my grandmother’s coffin into the ground.
The Kiss by Bridget Kevane
We felt safe, even cozy, in our home, eight of us wandering around like a wolf pack…
The Butcher of Walthamstow by Amrita C
For a second he’d be distracted and the salami slicer would cut right through his thumb, I imagined.
Bagging the Office Bully by William Dameron
Larry’s contempt for me was hard-boiled, and I knew why: he saw through me.
What He Left Behind by Miranda Campbell
The sky was Dad’s roof. He was homeless. I had often wondered where he’d go when it rained.
When Someone Shows You Who They Are, Believe Them the First Time: A Story in Eight Parts by Amy Fish
Family vacation. Time to unwind, unplug and yes, check my email…
Schooled by Meredith Jeffers
…I spend my days sipping sweet iced coffee, tanning in the driveway, and flirting with boys I don’t like all that much over text.
Looming by Ryder S. Ziebarth
My boots broke through a crust of rime, down deep into the hardened snow knocking me off balance with each step.
Sulfur and Its Relationship to Suffering by John Carr Walker
I sat on the seat still gripping the steering wheel. The tractor sat on the wreckage of an end post and grapevines…
