
I lean on the deck rail and savor dusk’s drift toward night — the glitter-caps rippling Kachemak Bay….




We held séances during fifth-grade recess, on the picnic table where the janitors took their cigarette breaks.

Fifty of us walked, fingertip to gloved fingertip, through the sodden snow….

I lean on the deck rail and savor dusk’s drift toward night — the glitter-caps rippling Kachemak Bay….

After high school ended for the day, my younger brother and I would go to a nearby park to practice hopping fences.


Our amazing reading team has finished reviewing entries in Hippocampus Magazine’s third annual We Love Short Shorts Contest for Flash Creative Nonfiction, and we are thrilled to announce this year’s winners. During the month of February, we received 308 entries, each one up to 250 words. This year’s stories explored moments of kindness, friendship, parental…