“Terminal” was the word the doctors used, a term my then 19-year-old mind could not attach – refused to attach – to the often fraught, single mother…
The Only Child by Jayne Martin
Category: Essays
An archive of all of the personal essays we’ve published at Hippocampus Magazine over the years.
Makin’ Dirty Dishes by Jody Keisner
His picture didn’t interest me… What I fell for instantly was the sexiness that oozed from his words.
Smoking Dreams by George Dila
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.
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.
