“Mama, I do not like thunderstorms,” she declared with a whisper. And with wide worried eyes she told me how today, at camp, some kids told her that she could die if she looked at lightning.
Thunderstorm by Campbell Hoffman
Category: Essays
An archive of all of the personal essays we’ve published at Hippocampus Magazine over the years.
Tornado by Feagin Jones
We lived in the black-veined mountains, because my father was a coal-mining engineer. Where my father and I saw comfort, my mother saw dilapidated houses, smeared on the sides of hills.
Sitting With the Storm by Christine Hale
On the other side of the stuccoed cinderblock walls, the unfamiliar howls: a hurricane, the first of four—Charley, Frances, Ivan, and Jeanne—that will maul Florida during the summer of 2004.
Southern Rain by Todd Sentell
You know it’s been a bad rain when you see so many dead frogs. I saw a lot of them along the side of the road. The air smells different during a flood.
Bus Ride With Santa, the Average Citizen and Me by Jenna Matthys
It is exactly zero degrees, and the sleet is hitting my cheek faster that I can wipe it away.
Who I Am by Sue Granzella
I never knew quite how my mom would answer the question that I’d pose to her each morning when I’d call at 6:45.
Affairs of Dragons by Wendy Thornton
Starla’s poems are difficult and shocking but impressively written. She’s a kid, but it’s clear that she knows things a 14 year old should not know.
Savage Blossom by Amber Peckham
When I was growing up my father always tried to keep Venus fly traps… They didn’t look like anything dangerous, but I always got a little nervous knowing that it ate meat..
Li Ching-Yuen by Dunstan McGill
George sometimes walks with a limp. Which usually means good things. Because a hiccup in George’s gait means George has worked in the field today…
A Temporary Release from the Blues by John F. Miglio
…I wasn’t there to kill him. I was there to interview him, although the bastard deserved to die for all the death and suffering he and his ilk had caused the Guatemalan people…
