Crash

“This is what I do know, what I do remember with perfect clarity. When the station wagon hit the convertible, a camera came flying out of the convertible and landed on the sandy strip next to the car. It was a Kodak Instamatic, the kind that took a rotating flash cube. Our family owned one just like it. The camera arced through the air, bounced several times before it stopped. I remember a teenage boy, who had been standing in the parking lot, ran forward, picked up the camera, and calmly walked off with it.”

Published: Jun 21, 2021
Length: 7 minutes (1,925 words)

Coming from Nowhere

“The first time someone called me a spic was during recess or after school in the playground or in the park across the street from my house.”

Published: Mar 27, 2020
Length: 22 minutes (5,657 words)

A Miniature for My Mother

A family heirloom the author’s mother left her tells a story about death, how we mourn, and building a monument from her grief.

Published: Dec 1, 2018
Length: 23 minutes (5,794 words)

Breathe

One Black father with an ailing son has to routinely calm himself to survive in this white town.

Published: Sep 20, 2019
Length: 8 minutes (2,098 words)

Necessary Violence

One doctor examines the inherent violence of the medical profession where, as she puts it, surgeons and staff “hurt people in order to help them” by prying open their chest cavities and jamming tubes into veins. In the world outside the hospital, these acts would be considered traumatic and unsettling, so what psychic effect do they have on practitioners and patients? How can practitioners cultivate empathy? And how much medical violence is necessary?

Published: Oct 31, 2017
Length: 31 minutes (7,865 words)

Russians at the Gates

After WWII, Russian forces occupied east Germany. The soldiers and their barracks became part of the fabric of life, though still separate from it, as was the forced camaraderie between citizens of each nation, “the sort acted out at parades rather than genuinely felt.” Here’s what one child’s life was like in occupied Germany beside some of those barracks, and what it means to stay cordial, curious but proud, living beside your occupiers.

Published: Oct 1, 2016
Length: 20 minutes (5,039 words)

My Mother, Gardening

The writer remembers her mother and the garden she loved:

“At the height of summer my mother would clip the most luxurious marigolds that she had successfully grown from seed, handfuls of intense yellow bobbing in the hot wind, reaching above her waist. She’d dip them in wax so that they would outlast the season, lighting her kitchen into dusky autumn. The marigold was the personal passion of David Burpee, the son of the company’s founder—who became a registered lobbyist in 1960 so that he could campaign in Congress to name the marigold the U.S. national flower. My mother bought seeds from the glossy catalogues Burpee pumped out during the years following World War II, showcasing a series of brand-new floral hybrids whose very names exuded drama and expectation: the Yellow Climax Marigold was followed by the Double Supreme Hybrid Snapdragon in 1960 and the Firecracker Zenith Hybrid Zinnia in 1963. When Burpee’s plants blossomed in my mother’s garden—luxurious flesh in pink, yellow, orange, white, and red—they transformed the day.”

Published: Jul 1, 2013
Length: 9 minutes (2,258 words)

When War Came

The author recalls a childhood summer in the New Jersey countryside in 1939 before World War II:

“Toward evening, after we had showered and changed, we could hear grown-up voices rising and falling in contention. Whenever any of us would come near, they’d stop talking and pretend they hadn’t been arguing, but we could feel the tension even when we hadn’t heard any words. There was something else going on, and it had to do with the news they were hearing from the radio. All the Grinberg guests would gather in the evening around the set, a big wooden box sitting on an embroidered cloth covering a small table in the living room. One of the adults would fiddle with the radio dials, trying through the hiss and crackle to get a clear signal and hear the latest bulletins. The others would crowd the little table, their faces intent, for once seeming oblivious that children were also in the room. We couldn’t make out much, but the stern expressions told us a lot and seemed to have some connection with the words ‘Hitler’ and ‘war’ that kept recurring from both the radio announcements and adult conversation.”

Published: Apr 8, 2013
Length: 19 minutes (4,955 words)

To Make Good Again

A woman looks back on her family’s history as Holocaust refugees, and her family’s use of German at home:

“‘Fräulein Raeff,’ she turned to me. I stood up. ‘Can you give another example of a taboo?’ I suppose again that she was trying to go easy on me, but, because I was slightly annoyed that she didn’t think I could handle a more difficult question and because my response was accurate, I replied, ‘An example of a taboo in Austria would be talking about the Holocaust.’

“Hearing this answer, she did not smile and say, ‘Richtig.’ She did not write my name down in her book. She did not tell me that I needed to go back to my notes or to study harder. She simply sat down and was silent.”

Author: Anne Raeff
Published: Dec 17, 2012
Length: 25 minutes (6,382 words)

Vicissitudes, CA

[Fiction] A story about an unemployed ethnomusicologist, gray whales, and Miranda July:

“‘Garfield was my favorite president,’ said Brandon.

“‘James A. Garfield?’ said Kara. ‘President from March to July of 1881?’

“‘From Ohio?’ she said.

“‘That’s the one,’ said Brandon.

“He said: ‘I think he would have proven to be an effective leader if he’d been given the chance.’

“Charles put his hand on Kara’s knee.

“‘That’s funny,’ said Charles. ‘Garfield’s killer, Charles Guiteau, is my favorite presidential assassin, and it’s not just because we share a name.'”

Author: Bryan Hurt
Published: Sep 12, 2012
Length: 29 minutes (7,431 words)