I have not quit. I have made no such bold, unequivocal commitment. That I have not smoked in twenty-five years does not mean that I will never smoke another one.
Smoking Dreams by George Dila
Category: Essays
An archive of all of the personal essays we’ve published at Hippocampus Magazine over the years.
Cow Love (L’amour vache) by Dale Roche
I wanted to sit outside and sneak a smoke. I was sneaking smokes again, which is pretty silly, since you smoke like a fiend…
Wakefield by Doug Thiele
It was my yearly escape; absentminded travel, hunting old books and indelible images of Virginiana.
A Love Letter to Sarah by Ryan Rydzewski
I was slick and sandy and sweating a rotten tropical sweat, trying to put sharks and jellyfish out of my mind as we waded in the piss-warm water.
Closing Remarks by Philip Brock
…the melody carried me and my thoughts of Sara to some dim, smoky wood-paneled saloon deep in my spirit…
The Deep End by Alex Sobel
He could effortlessly glide through the water as if it was moving out of the way for him and not the other way around. I could only slap at the water…
To Settle by Aliza Zelin Neidich
I moved to Los Angeles with one suitcase and three boxes in transit via FedEx from New York City.
Honeymoon by Elane Johnson
The changing moon…lingers over Acapulco Bay… . We take our honeymoon there although my heart isn’t in it, hopelessly lost on the one who got away.
Hubert by Cory Bortnicker
Spring sprung on a Tuesday in New York, and change was in the air. Actually, not change, dog shit.
Island Education by Lindsey Clark
You’re doing it wrong! a brassy voice informs me…I turn from the stove to find an elfin Creole woman with four gold teeth and bright red lipstick watching me…
