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Hoàng Xuân Sơn | L e A n ing s T ars (13)

Listen to the sea afternoon
drag away with it the memories
the footprints on the sand
the pits left behind by bombs in the forest
the pools full of tears
the fresh mud and devastation

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Đình Nguyên | My departure (26)

The dusk from long ago
afloat drifting
a flicker from within memory
appeared
a distant red eye
fell to the depth of the closing day
in
my departure

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Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm | Mothers (134)

We will never grow old in sight of our mother. The tears of sadness and joy lingers as salt pools in the corner of her eyes in the days of tomorrow.

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Hứa Hiếu | whAt thE hEck (17)

in splits standing up on the groans of April thirtieth
the North and South are not fields of green grass
the boundary of history was already set: the Gianh river, the latitude
at the heart of a war
the pot of pork porridge
void of a glowing fire
lacking the flavour of u Cơ, looked abandoned
at a world
flea market
I have my share of wreckage
the so-called
proletarian revolution.

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Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm | A ten seconds dream (123)

  By Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm I climbed down the side of the rock, the grey hair man followed me ten paces behind rapidly shortening our distance. Why would he not leave me be? The salty rock surface mixed in with pools of wet coral makes for a cocktail of impending clumsy falls, gingerly I […]

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Hứa Hiếu | nameless 548 (16)

we can but count the seconds at the front
behind are the numbers
with meaning attached
when people are no more
the numbers also disappears
behind are the reflectors
of resignation

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Hoàng Xuân Sơn | A D D I C T E D (12)

I’m addicted to kopi luwak, the civet morning droppings
[ imagined that, sounds great doesn’t it ]
what money, let alone Asian palm civet
dear god. so are the days of our lives
picking up the pieces
Saigon’s fresh dew
at the 5th and 7th intersection
now besides the massacred trees
the tall looming buildings squashing the tiny shop fronts, toadstools on the pavement

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Vũ Trọng Quang | THE WORDS AND POETRY (12)

words is a flash of light
poetry is the startling gunshot
through a strangely difficult crowd
as you stand there like a full stop amidst this world
viewable only if so wholeheartedly

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Hoàng Xuân Sơn | A n A p r i l a f t e r n o o n (11)

to each corner of the world the resignation
the faces
the wandering souls(since)
the consuming reflections
our thoughtful journey
don’t forget
the mist
asleep beneath the afternoon
shall awaken the moon
more or less
by the roots
of one’s hair

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Lê Vĩnh Tài | her sunset (98)

she draws the sky
with a flame
burnt orange
red

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Lê Vĩnh Tài | Let me draw a room to hold the fragrance of you (68)

Let me draw a room to hold the fragrance of you
If the walls could talk

Let them talk
Of how I would hold tight the billow of your breath…

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Lê Vĩnh Tài | oh heavenly father (90)

they will me naked
they left me sensitized
I am impulsive and uncivilized
destroying the homes of others

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Ngọc Thủy | as the tears come (4)

head towards the Sun
crawl across the dark valleys
I’m steeped in the deluge
the arid sunlight, a new season

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Hứa Hiếu | 30/4 is nothing but a thoughtless curiosity (15)

the earaching grind of teeth pulling at the safety pin(of the grenade)
a dead ball cornered in a blinding fog at the foot of the horizon
broke in half
one side lost the otherside astray
the umbilical cord in the middle dangling
in the way

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Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm | The Road (97)

Shrouded by clouds the hue of ash
Haggard branches looming,
The gravel too reflects the sky
Which part of the road is high?

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Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm | Dignity is a measure of your pride (90)

The kindness of people helped me up
while my pride lay forlorn on the concrete,
alone I stood up and thanked them…

Eo tròn mông tròn…
tôi vẫn bước tới vôn vớt dành lại một tí tôi.

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Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm | Just This Life (88)

His eyes glossed over white, icy, opaque. The stranger, the father of my thirteen year old daughter. I had begged him- please forget her, I forgive you. He just laughed, the light never reaching his eyes- she, to you is the mother of my child. I had loved him, the love of my life. He had picked me to dance, me the awkward skinny girl, amidst all those tall pretty ones.

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Lê Vĩnh Tài |The concealed circling darkness (37)

till sadness
drips from your skin like sweat
tears
even with both eyes blind, glorious is terror
keep writing

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Lê Vĩnh Tài | you’re not a butterfly (133)

you ask yourself now and then
flying forever in a room
full of plastic flowers

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Thái Hạo | The verses shifted in the middle of the night (33)

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I carried myself on my back
upon the letters of the alphabet
at the precipice
I lead myself
treading upon the discarded sharp accents
the pad of my feet the freakish feel of the moon(up high)