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POETRY/THƠ

FOUR POEMS – BỐN BÀI THƠ (167)

perhaps the virus has touched you 
with its finger

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POETRY/THƠ

IMPOSTOR – MẠO DANH (163)

By Lê Vĩnh Tài, translated by Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm   until you recognize you’re an impostor   you do what others dare not afraid of the tribulation   you’re a teacher without lecture notes using dressings to treat broken bones   your  actions attracting  stares annoyance   you failed to remember in your own […]

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POETRY/THƠ

Lê Vĩnh Tài | APRIL – THÁNG 4 (162)

popping up around town
a child dancing
powerless in notes of sadness and death
hunger isn’t imagined
we farewell the grey days
mid the note

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POETRY/THƠ

Lê Vĩnh Tài | EYES, A STAR & YOU – ĐÔI MẮT, NGÔI SAO & BẠN (161)

your eyes full of the water of an ocean when you’re sad
your eyes like the sunset when you’re angry
your eyes blossom when you’re full of joy
your eyes embittered when you’re cowardly

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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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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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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 […]