Remembering #Winningteam A “mercantile feminist” learns that Ivanka Trump, her employer, is discontinuing her product line, ca. July 2018   Despite a million fuchsia cat caps knitted  by mothers sworn to resist, her father’s win was a...

—with respect to Victorine Meurent At the Evergreen State College, I was a poser who sat for a parody of Manet’s Olympia, my cat sitting by my feet as I reclined in the nude, holding a can of Olympia like a coat-of-arms above the family jewels. I...

ANOTHER DISASTER Call me ice- Hearted bitch. Mean- Time everything flies Apart, blaze And shrapnel, stars Black-holing and roofs Falling in. Always The electric cuts Out and the tap’s endless Dripping, and he’s Still looking for a Bandaid. We don’t...

In celebration of Scoundrel Time’s second anniversary, our editorial team is excited to announce the winners of our second annual Editors’ Choice Awards. Sally Ball’s “Hold” is the award-winner in poetry. Here is what Poetry Editor Daisy Fried says...

First Camping Trip Mescalero, New Mexico Overhead: the night sky like a dark hand reaching towards me. Around me, all I see are pine trees, our campfire’s light gone. I try to turn around, to go back before my mother realizes I didn’t listen...

The world has split
into a farce that plays
on two landings of the same
staircase.  Yes:  Treachery
gnaws the bones
of our state, so as
to tip us off, and out.
 
 
 
 
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Under Mylar blankets the refugee children dreaming of pupusas stare through the diamond shaped holes of the fencing that surrounds them. We want you to go home, we tell them, then put them in private prisons and county jails and processing centers...

Outside my window The appearance of many cobs Without webs The naked Old lady dreams under her oppressive coverlet Her small head empty At this hour What if the rain fell sturdily The brain waving to a person In a car Did I say “coverlet” Donald...

The news brings such terrible stories—   The girl who kept texting a friend to give up the weight of his worries, and bring his own life to an end. The woman who fought against fire found dead in a national park, shamed in an unending furor— A...

I am the asteroid, the volcano, the poles shifting, the parasitic nonnative species. I am the Sumatran tiger, stalking prey in deforested villages. I am the dodo bird, awkwardly attempting flight. I am the carrier pigeon, fantastic plumage a sign of...

who will prosecute the wind’s unconstitutional surveillance of skin? hands up if they told you snowflakes speak for diversity. * I held my breath like a basketball passing through the projects to pan-am plaza. my sister concealed steel blades, a...

There ought to be a prayer for the little exhaustion of light where bullets worm clear through the apples clinging to limbs. There ought to be a prayer for the flesh they pass through, the space left, bits blown into grass, that they resemble teeth...