When I was four years old, I made my own tap shoes. I nailed Orange Crush bottle caps to the toes and heels of my Red Keds.
Don’t Look by Kim Kluxen Meredith
Category: Essays
An archive of all of the personal essays we’ve published at Hippocampus Magazine over the years.
noise. by Elisa Jay
I like to pretend this isn’t me on the other side of the mirror, listening to my neighbor unclasping the lid from a jar of face cream. After all, isn’t this a pastime reserved for serial killers, serial creeps?
Rolling in the Mud by Sandra Gail Lambert
I’ve never touched earth much. Water, yes. As a child, I unbuckled knee pads and thigh straps to lift legs out of their braces.
What I’ve Learned So Far by DeWitt Clinton
Okay; this might be shorter than expected, but I keep forgetting most of what I’ve learned…
Grace by A Lyn Carol
Something solid and heavy struck the front of my Honda and slid up over the windshield, thumping and scratching as it slid along the top of the car.
It’ll Come When it Comes by Jeffrey Weinstock
For the three years, one month and nine days following my mother’s stroke, fear and anxiety had been my constant, unwavering companions.
A Leap into the Sky by Amanda Medress
Jonah arrived sweaty and breathless, holding a bike. Only the daring biked in Los Angeles.
Hands on My Belly by Sarah Baughman
I wake to a bloom the color of a wet rose on the sheet. I thought I’d dreamt it but, no, there I am, running to the bathroom…
Heart Failure by Rocky Lewis
When the phone rings and I see Nora’s picture, I take deep breath and let go of my day’s plans.
Mapping the Body by Jeanne Lyet Gassman
Begin at the scalp near the part on the left side where all truths reside, where the gray is camouflaged by the careful application of chemicals.
