Some went back to bartending. Some went to the pawnshop to hawk whatever knee-jerk purchases were intended to signify status. I went back to the hotel to work as a doorman and regain my benefits.
Lambs on the Bubble by Bronze Johnson
Category: Essays
An archive of all of the personal essays we’ve published at Hippocampus Magazine over the years.
Con Te Partiro by Jenni Wilson
The song played in a continuous loop, providing not only the music for all three of us, but also a swirling psychedelic picture on the computer screen for Scott and Mike to watch until I had dinner on the table.
Across the Universe: The Solace of Songs by Jon Magidsohn
The narrative of my own musical lineage … still grows in intricate, intertwining branches and swelling crescendos in bold, arpeggiated chords toward what I hope will someday be a magnificent finale.
The Giants’ Magical Season by Arsheeya Mashaw
On a cold, dull Sunday in January I began studying charts, getting to get to know my patients before making rounds as part of my geriatrics fellowship in inpatient internal medicine.
The Last Beer Can Castle by Amy Derby
I was the kind of nine year old who proudly invited my best friend over to Dad’s place without taking into consideration that most kids my age did not have fathers like mine.
Birayshul by Dawn S. Davies
My three children, whom I birthed, look nothing like me, thank goodness. I am a six footer, WASP-y, with a long face, a crooked nose, and histrionic hair…
Holy Basil by Debra Levy
Obsessive-compulsive disorder is sometimes described as a hiccup, or loop, in the brain. Instead of thoughts moving smoothly one to the next, a person with OCD gets stuck on a “bad,” or threatening thought…
I’ve Got This by Caleb Owens
As a six foot, four inch man who weighs two-hundred and thirty-five pounds and used to be able to bench two-hundred and fifty, I’ve got this.
What Cheeseburgers Look Like in Kansas by Katie O’Neill
I don’t know why I thought the drive from Indiana to California with my boyfriend, Matt, and his sister’s cats would be fun.
A Tripp Family Strike by Clancy Tripp
There are about ten days each year that the Tripp family spends all together. This, generally agreed upon by the Trapp family, is enough to last us the other 355.
