Scoundrel Time

Cassandra

watches people stumble down the street talking loudly to people who aren’t there. Cassandra knows she’s or they’re under an enchantment. Hard to see its exact shape. The hot parts hotter, vineyards aflame. Cities underwater. Archipelagos of plastic...

Stonewall at 50: Still Making Our Place

“We have to read this new book for book club,” my friend Michael told me during a fall afternoon call in 1994, back when people still telephoned each other without texting first. I was 32 and Michael was a role model for me at the time – in his...

Please Leave a Message After the Tone

  1. Hello, this is June Finley of the Internal Revenue Service calling for Dawn and Bill Cramer. I am calling because we have discovered a significant problem with your federal income tax return.  To correct this problem, you must call us back...

Three Poems By Jill McDonough

The Serious Downer I tell Josey when she dies I am going to eat her face before I call the cops. They’ll be on their way to pick up her dead body and I won’t be able to stop, finally able to bite adorable chunks of her perfect cheeks, gnaw on the...

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WASHINGTON—White House Chief of Staff John Kelly hangs his head during heated Charlottesville press conference The most compelling thing I’d seen in a long time. Sound coming from the video, the president —some very fine people on all sides— I can’t...

The Party

Fernanda put her phone down. She was sick of Instagram, Facebook, endless stories of satiated over-the-top opinions; if she saw one more #elenão or #foraPT she would silently lose her mind. It was early on Saturday, one day before the first round of...

The Kabul Olympics

She decided on swimming the channel to think through the chances of a character escaping the camps in Calais. When the weather turned, the organizer had to cancel, but training in the murky Dover water was not all beside the point: Swimming Pool...

Waiting for Fireflies

They should levitate from the meadow at dusk. Sporadic, one here, one there, an occasional landing on a sleeve, but tonight there is no light show. The mason jar lantern sits empty, the gifts of a June evening are not. We watch, hoping for a rising...

Black Dot

For my Ali İsmail, Berkin, and other protestor boys who were killed during Gezi protests during the summer of 2013, in Istanbul. These were peaceful demonstrations protesting the government’s plan to remove Gezi Park, which is one of the few...

Corona and Confession

I drew a stick-fetus leaping in a womb—the letter O in the “pro” of “pro-life”—silk-screened it, keeping the dozens of T-shirts for show and for sale at our speaking engagements. Red, of course, crimson, and nobody questioned the color...

An Interview with Roxana Robinson

Scoundrel Time’s Robert Anthony Siegel talks to Roxana Robinson about her new novel, Dawson’s Fall Roxana Robinson’s sixth novel, Dawson’s Fall, is based on the lives of her great-grandparents, Francis and Sarah Dawson, members of Charleston, South...

Elegy for the Republic

A sick scene of financial corruption, secret videotapes, spy rings, rigged voting machines, cocaine, political purges, easy as lies, trafficking, industrial waste, and always white supremacy —a coup— so it seems, and it is true, but didn’t democracy...

A Dinner

The pair of chopsticks had gone underground. So had the teacups and bowls, duck spoons and condiment dishes, teapots and plates. Long came home and did not want them around. “They are trash,” he said. “They are barbaric,” he said over the head of...

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…facts aren’t the opposite of lies. Questions are.—Jennifer Kronovet Shouting, stammering, or dousing with vinegar, what can unhinge the vaults of belief? Pluto, full-fledged, is still round, still orbits our sun but doesn’t dominate its path...