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POETRY/THƠ

A WET SOUVENIR – KỶ NIỆM BỊ ƯỚT (170)

By Lê Vĩnh Tài, translated by Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm   In a bar, she sat facing him.   He stared at her the entire time until she stood up.   She walked over, placing a finger on his lips and said: You should spit them out.   So he spits out all his memories, […]

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POETRY/THƠ

HOW MAY SHE LOVE WITHOUT ANXIETY – LÀM THẾ NÀO ĐỂ NÀNG KHÔNG LO LẮNG KHI YÊU (171)

By Lê Vĩnh Tài, translated by Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm   you felt as though a finger someone’s in your hand   you felt fragile in this world, found it difficult to breathe   a difficult environment even with the lower interest rates, tax exemptions on the slow-selling poetry   a price reduction just two […]

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POETRY/THƠ

tháng , năm – month , year — đinh trường chinh

uống hết tháng uống hết ngày niềm vui cùng nỗi buồn này cứ tan uống giọt lệ lẫn tiếng cười uống cái không uống chút lười tháng năm mùa đông rơi xuống căn phòng rơi trên giấc ngủ chưa xong một đời . by Đinh Trường Chinh, translated by Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm   drinking the […]

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SHORT STORIES/TRUYỆN NGẮN

Nguyễn Văn Thiện | Bướm trên núi cao – Butterflies high in the mountains — L I T V I E T

Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm dịch sang tiếng Anh Tây nguyên chớm vào mùa mưa, chớm mùa mưa cũng là bắt đầu mùa bướm. Bướm nhiều vô kể, mà tôi thì rảnh vô cùng. Buổi sáng, không biết làm gì, tôi đi xem bướm, buổi chiều, không biết làm gì, tôi đuổi theo bướm, buổi tối […] […]

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EPIC POEM/TRƯỜNG CA

Lê Vĩnh Tài | Bài trường ca của một người đã chết, nhưng vẫn còn sống trong sự thật – Chronicles of a dead person living still with the truth — L I T V I E T

Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm dịch sang tiếng Anh 1.khi các ông vua ra điđể lại cho mọi ngườinhững di tích nhiều khi đáng quên bạn không để lại vương miệnchỉ những mảnh xươngtan thành bụi… và bạn phát sáng không cần ngai vàngmáu không thể chảykhi người ta đã chếtsự thật muôn đời không thể […] […]

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Fiction

A second dream

The theatre is lofty but stifled by the smell of stale popcorn and sugary fizzed off beverages. I’m warm in my daughter’s corduroy faux fur trim jacket, a little long on me but light like her awkward grown-up hugs. Chin up, I swallowed the tears buried beneath the half battered lash extensions. The movie is […]

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Fiction

Pretty girl

Pretty girl, her papa is sad and her mama angry. Her brother is gone. They were a family. Pretty girl, loves peanut butter, chopped almonds, and the bloody steaks. The homo-sapiens, they, with their tainted heart, could never mar her loyalty, nor unconditional love.

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Fiction

Compassionate Fatigue

I am bombarded with sadness, thus all I want to do is to shut the door. They tell me they only have a few months; they tell me their wife have left them. I only know drugs, I feel nothing but resentment for their misfortune. A moment in the life of a pharmacist. Suy giảm […]

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Fiction

Justice

Justice and truth never equate to clarity. The virtuous exclaim lies vocally their right to conquer. I no longer pity them as my heart is overwhelmed by compassion for their victims.

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Poetry

By Jamus

Roses are red Violets are blue The greatest phở ever Is made by you  

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POETRY/THƠ

Melancholy

I’m sad and I don’t know why I’ve had and I want more tries I’m glad and still, the heart dies I’m mad there’s nowhere to hide

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POETRY/THƠ

Kisses be

by Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm soft on eyelids gentle as the wind — butterflies wet like a midday summer downpour —sticky sweaty sweet knots of rolling thunder —chills tingling down swollen petals and soft centres —wet

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SHORT STORIES/TRUYỆN NGẮN

23rd Anniversary

I discovered the beauty of henna, my hair is the texture and gloss of what I had always dreamt of. I am a small measure of my 24-year-old self, unimaginable that my children in a few years be that. Commuting from our city to suburbia, I am a little tipsy on the spicy pinot noir […]

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POETRY/THƠ

Vinh

by Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm   I heard the owl called your name* Your heart loving wanting young Your face unmarked by the years And you heard the owl called your name. *I heard the owl called my name© Novel by Margaret Craven

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SHORT STORIES/TRUYỆN NGẮN

Falling

I don’t know, after twenty years of full time education graduating with a Bachelor degree, plus twenty three years of work and life, I still don’t know! Why? Why do I fall so easily? What is the hell wrong with me? Why? Every single steps of my life had been filled with purpose and self […]

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SHORT STORIES/TRUYỆN NGẮN

Day end

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.

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SHORT STORIES/TRUYỆN NGẮN

Six feet under

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. […]

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SHORT STORIES/TRUYỆN NGẮN

January 18th, 1996

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 […]

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SHORT STORIES/TRUYỆN NGẮN

Define Arousal

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 […]

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Restraint

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.