Sean Dell was not like the other English majors at my small and not particularly diverse Catholic college. For one, he was older than most students..
Wet, Dead Leaves by Shannon Fandler
Category: Essays
An archive of all of the personal essays we’ve published at Hippocampus Magazine over the years.
Honorary Sister by Kevin Scott Phillips
I’ve never been what you would call manly. I’m short, kind of nerdy, never particularly athletic, unless you count a one-time, third-place finish in a regional Ping-Pong tournament…
The Fig Thief by Rachel Blumenfeld
I visited Papa several times a day, sneaking him small cups of black coffee and pints of Haagen-Dazs chocolate ice cream.
Vanishing: The Anxiety of Geography & Genetics by Leslie Tucker
I smile like a mannequin, swallow the lump in my throat, yearning to squeeze him, fly him through the air … Gus, however, is digital, untouchable.
Wash Me Clean by Cathy A. E. Bell
She refuses to bathe anymore. Gram stinks of aged urine and dirty clothes, her greasy hair stuck to the side of her head.
Vici by Conor Kelley
Most of my new black friends smoked weed so I did, too. Well, I shouldn’t say that we were friends. They were just the guys who let me follow them around and play dress-up.
Bad Hair: Is it Really? Or is it Just Me? by Sharyn Ellison
Taming wild hair is not for the faint-hearted, nor, for that matter, the budget-conscious. It is a tiresome and costly endeavor.
The Chase by Anika Fajardo
The cat purred and paced and promptly fell right off Dave’s bony knees. That clumsy fall sealed our fate; ridiculousness has its charm.
A Walk by Cloe Axelson
The first decision they make is whether to turn right or left out the front door. Bodie always wants to go left, to the grassy vacant lot that doubles as a park, but he doesn’t make the decisions.
Ground Walkers by Robert Hanson
She’d tried tossing other food, but found cupcakes the most satisfying. Lunch meat was too loud, soup was too messy, cereal was anticlimactic, and sliced bread was too easily carried in the wind.
