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.