The last time I saw my mother, we stood in my sister’s kitchen, surrounded by the smell of celery sautéed in a pound of butter.
Consistency by Christi Craig
Category: Essays
An archive of all of the personal essays we’ve published at Hippocampus Magazine over the years.
Triage Teacher by Patricia Dubrava
The kids call the room “the meat locker.” It’s the only academic classroom in the basement…
Is Danger My Middle Name? by Lee Stoops
I have stopped my motorcycle – killed the engine and jumped from it…Something on the road has grabbed my attention and my adrenaline floods
Charlie the Couch Takes the Final Plunge by Claire Asbury
We, the girls, had discovered Charlie – and christened him such – at the start of sophomore year of college.
Wet, Dead Leaves by Shannon Fandler
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..
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.
