Whiting Award Winners
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WEN CHANG
he was leading students in an obscene chant.
SAUL
what'd he say?
WEN CHANG
"u.s.a. u.s.a."
SAUL
oh come ON, that's every titty bar in america.
WEN CHANG
surrounded by student protestors in white headbands. it was a clear political protest. a declaration of war.
SAUL
war?! are you crazy?
WEN CHANG
less than twenty-four hours on chinese soil and this is what he does. how could you do this to me?
Prendergast painted the Public Garden;
remembered, even at a little distance,
the city takes on his ravishing tones.
Jots of color resolve: massed parasols
above a glimmering pond, the transit
of almost translucent swans. Brilliant bits
- jewels? slices of sugared fruit? – bloom
into a clutch of skirts on the bridge
above the summer boaters. His city’s essence:
all the hues of chintzes or makeup
or Italian ices, all the sheen artifice
is capable of. Our city’s lavish paintbox.
- Search: Husband affair asset division.
- Askkorealaw dot com Q and A
- Q. My dirty husband is sexing with our daughter’s tutor. Will I get rich if I divorce him or should I make him suffer?
- A. Make him suffer.
Although, my wife and daughter live in America, I don’t think they’d know if I lit myself on fire,
how will they know that I’m having an affair?
That was a joke.
They call us the goose fathers, I could look that up for you.
- Search: Goose father origin
- Wikipedia Korea
Aha.
- The goose father is a Korean man who works in Korea while his wife and children stay in an English-speaking country for the sake of the children’s education. / The term is
The term is inspired by the fact that geese migrate, just as the goose dad must travel a great distance to see his family.
After some time my husband reached over to hold my hand, which reminded me that at least there was this, at least we still had hands that remembered how to love each other, two bone-and-flesh flaps that hadn't complicated their simple love by speaking or thinking or being disappointed or having memories. They just held and were held and that is all. Oh, to be a hand.
We unyoke owl pellets from marrow
in desert meadow. His mouth a pigeon eye,
a torch, a womb turned flower. He, still a boy
dug from cactus skull, undresses into bark
beetles. He unlearns how to hold a gist
with my hand.
Shortly after Halloween, Ruthie Wittenberg, round-faced, black bangs clasped at her temples by blue plastic My Merry barrettes I coveted, the only girl in the class shorter than I, befriended me. From Ruthie I learned many things: how to fold the Land O’Lakes butter box so the Indian girl’s knees turned into boobies (Ruthie’s word; I didn’t admit to mine), the naughty version of the Bosco song. I learned why there were no Polish people in our school or in our neighborhood, though Milwaukee was full of them. They had to live, Ruthie told me, south of the Kinnickkinnick River, in basements. “Because they never wash,” Ruthie explained. They used their bathtubs for storing coal. They farted all the time from the odd food they ate: dogs, Ruthie said, among other things. I nodded. Back in Oklahoma we had Indians, pretty much the same. When I asked how you could tell if somebody was Polish, Ruthie said, “You’ll know it when you smell one.”
WEN CHANG
he was leading students in an obscene chant.
SAUL
what'd he say?
WEN CHANG
"u.s.a. u.s.a."
SAUL
oh come ON, that's every titty bar in america.
WEN CHANG
surrounded by student protestors in white headbands. it was a clear political protest. a declaration of war.
SAUL
war?! are you crazy?
WEN CHANG
less than twenty-four hours on chinese soil and this is what he does. how could you do this to me?
Prendergast painted the Public Garden;
remembered, even at a little distance,
the city takes on his ravishing tones.
Jots of color resolve: massed parasols
above a glimmering pond, the transit
of almost translucent swans. Brilliant bits
- jewels? slices of sugared fruit? – bloom
into a clutch of skirts on the bridge
above the summer boaters. His city’s essence:
all the hues of chintzes or makeup
or Italian ices, all the sheen artifice
is capable of. Our city’s lavish paintbox.
- Search: Husband affair asset division.
- Askkorealaw dot com Q and A
- Q. My dirty husband is sexing with our daughter’s tutor. Will I get rich if I divorce him or should I make him suffer?
- A. Make him suffer.
Although, my wife and daughter live in America, I don’t think they’d know if I lit myself on fire,
how will they know that I’m having an affair?
That was a joke.
They call us the goose fathers, I could look that up for you.
- Search: Goose father origin
- Wikipedia Korea
Aha.
- The goose father is a Korean man who works in Korea while his wife and children stay in an English-speaking country for the sake of the children’s education. / The term is
The term is inspired by the fact that geese migrate, just as the goose dad must travel a great distance to see his family.
After some time my husband reached over to hold my hand, which reminded me that at least there was this, at least we still had hands that remembered how to love each other, two bone-and-flesh flaps that hadn't complicated their simple love by speaking or thinking or being disappointed or having memories. They just held and were held and that is all. Oh, to be a hand.
We unyoke owl pellets from marrow
in desert meadow. His mouth a pigeon eye,
a torch, a womb turned flower. He, still a boy
dug from cactus skull, undresses into bark
beetles. He unlearns how to hold a gist
with my hand.
Shortly after Halloween, Ruthie Wittenberg, round-faced, black bangs clasped at her temples by blue plastic My Merry barrettes I coveted, the only girl in the class shorter than I, befriended me. From Ruthie I learned many things: how to fold the Land O’Lakes butter box so the Indian girl’s knees turned into boobies (Ruthie’s word; I didn’t admit to mine), the naughty version of the Bosco song. I learned why there were no Polish people in our school or in our neighborhood, though Milwaukee was full of them. They had to live, Ruthie told me, south of the Kinnickkinnick River, in basements. “Because they never wash,” Ruthie explained. They used their bathtubs for storing coal. They farted all the time from the odd food they ate: dogs, Ruthie said, among other things. I nodded. Back in Oklahoma we had Indians, pretty much the same. When I asked how you could tell if somebody was Polish, Ruthie said, “You’ll know it when you smell one.”