Hippocampus Magazine is excited to announce this year’s theme issue. Between now and Sept. 15, 2019, we’re accepting pieces up to 4,000 that connect to the theme: LOST. Do you have a story about a time you were literally lost — maybe on a winding back road, in a sprawling city, or inside a cavernous…
“Body” is baby-blue hand-knit blanket. She is female. She is a member of the family just like the dog.
We were staunch Episcopalians, so church and nativity scenes were at the center of our celebration.
Candy red, packed tight with stainless implements, it is a utilitarian masterpiece.
As a high school junior, I owned more than fifteen-hundred movies on videocassette.
“You saw the Beatles?” I did. “For four dollars?” Which my mother paid. “How old were you?” Fourteen at the concert.
In 1964, my uncle Bob, the sweetest of my three uncles, gave me a Smith Corona Galaxie II manual typewriter….
A month after Ev’s death, still in shock that someone in her 40s could die without warning, I sit in the silence of a house emptied of her voice.
…we’re starting to mourn personal keepsakes and mementos.
In 1995, I was living in a tent in the southern Appalachians trying to stay sober. I was twenty-eight years old, working at a camp for the summer, keeping notes of it all.
