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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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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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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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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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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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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.

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Serendipity

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 […]

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The altar boy

I developed early, but the curves appeared like sand dunes on a shoreline hard hit by waves. My first love was a waif-like fair skin altar boy with big brown eyes. I kneel mostly during mass in the front row, closer to God or was it to the angel that served Him. On the left […]