poetry, lyric essay, image-text • HOUSE A (2016), chosen by Claudia Rankine • MOON: LETTERS MAPS POEMS (2018), chosen by Bhanu Kapil • NEA, Fulbright, ☁️ • HSP
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![August Moments
by Wo Chan
dear mom, summer has been great.
i finished a crossword puzzle yesterday
same like before when i would desert
the restaurant and not do work.
i’m modeling at the whitney tomorrow
dragged up for a drawing class—you took me to a museum
once in macau to see an exhibit on pearls. i felt silly, borrowed,
and hot not understanding the chinese docent.
after we saw our lawyer in ny, i took you to macy’s 34th.
you drank in the sight of the woman lit by dior.
you are so beautiful. mom, i would brush
and paint your face whenever you want me. just by the accident
of our blood, i feel lovely.
i love you, flowers, clouds, and language very, very much.
(of course like language, i love you—
like language, i barely know you.
where your black laced nikes reconcile
the ground, big fantasy seeps from the soles
here, tease my whipstitched dialect
approximating wind from window, winnow, watercress, whenever…)
[ran out of space. poem also here: https://tinyurl.com/yck2ppyh]](https://pbs.twimg.com/media/GWAR4ObWIAEqMkj.png?name=orig)
ALT August Moments by Wo Chan dear mom, summer has been great. i finished a crossword puzzle yesterday same like before when i would desert the restaurant and not do work. i’m modeling at the whitney tomorrow dragged up for a drawing class—you took me to a museum once in macau to see an exhibit on pearls. i felt silly, borrowed, and hot not understanding the chinese docent. after we saw our lawyer in ny, i took you to macy’s 34th. you drank in the sight of the woman lit by dior. you are so beautiful. mom, i would brush and paint your face whenever you want me. just by the accident of our blood, i feel lovely. i love you, flowers, clouds, and language very, very much. (of course like language, i love you— like language, i barely know you. where your black laced nikes reconcile the ground, big fantasy seeps from the soles here, tease my whipstitched dialect approximating wind from window, winnow, watercress, whenever…) [ran out of space. poem also here: https://tinyurl.com/yck2ppyh]
ALT 3 poets, standing on the dock of the Bay, at home with star pendant + newly cropped bangs, on the porch in a summer dress
ALT 5 musicians and their instruments assembled at the shore of a lake in the global south: they are thinking FREE PALESTINE!!
ALT The covers of Honorifics by Cynthia Miller; Moon: Letters, Maps, Poems by Jennifer S. Cheng; Moon Fevers by Nhã Thuyên, translated by Kaitlin Rees; The Dead Wrestler Elegies by W. Todd Kaneko.
