Author: Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm

The Sun bled into the sea, it’s pieces dissolving larva all shades of reds. Mixed in the salt of oceans, chilled black by the cold of the deep. The sea gulls wings clipped beyond the horizon, not even my shadow stayed.

I had dug deep into the depth of my memories and still could not revive his memory; the people with any hint of association with him, were buried in each foot of dark musky dirt above his carcass. I was devastatingly young, young in the mind more than body, that was when he took me. […]

The Ghost and the Darkness was playing at Village Cinema Parramatta, and Michael Douglas was still hip after Basic Instinct became a cult(can any one remember Sharon Stone’s leg crossing scene? Some what appropriate to this current tale). Every time the music hit a suspended note, the Braxton hicks kicks in adding drama. I had […]

A thirty-ish man asked me to help him understands the fine print on the don’t of a hair removal cream. Surely he did not wish to castrate himself in a cheap short cut to appease his lover? – sir you need to definitely see the doctor for further advice, the cream can not be used […]

A noose to refrain from spilling out uninvited emotions. A net to capture the breeze piercing the canopy. Warm rays to protect from a clear chill of a blue summer day. I can still hear it; your heart beat muffled by my earphones.

Choose Your Own Adventure, I wonder if any one remember those books? I am wishful if time would melt like Dali’s clocks, I could be sharing a chai latte with you in a random library, snowed in by minus ten degrees C. Watching your ball pen scratch an abstract world on a note pad, drenched […]