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POETRY/THƠ

Lê Vĩnh Tài | when you named a star (88.5)

remember when I typed your name
on the screen
the print disappeared from one page to the next

we have upon the lips of strangers kissed
left the scent of us
at the tip of my tongue, your name

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POETRY/THƠ

Lê Vĩnh Tài | a land where even the weed flowered (274)

where children are turned into flaming torches
where bees are turned into weapons
where wild birds are turned into warriors

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POETRY/THƠ

Lê Vĩnh Tài | the poem, it always surpasses the aptitude of the poet (266)

the droopy brows of the poem, its eyes
the flare of a sword’s blade
the undefined teeth marks
as it bites
the paper

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POETRY/THƠ

Lê Vĩnh Tài | there will always be more of the poor than the rich (272)

please don’t worry about complimenting this poem
the tragedy of a good heart
the cause of our confusion

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POETRY/THƠ

Phạm Thái Lê | THE TWENTY-YEAR-OLD’S SMILE (6)

From a mother’s missed calculation
To a father’s recklessness
You were born
Through the cracks of betrayal and resentment you grew up

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POETRY/THƠ

Lê Vĩnh Tài | everything was wrapped in a glorious chill (275)

eyes closing the cause of his tears
wrapped in the arms of the cold night
he begs you for a dare
we’ve been too soft
why can’t we be tougher

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POETRY/THƠ

Bùi Kim-Anh | MAY SUNDAY 2021 (9)

I’m old so be told
time has turned its back on me
but by me always is poetry

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POETRY/THƠ

Lê Vĩnh Tài | even your mother didn’t get a chance to breastfeed you (273)

the word mud
is it in rhythm with all those mad people around you
the word shun
you grabbed and kissed
the spellbinding fingers of whom for the first time picked up a pen
after thousands of years of trying to learn how to speak
the letters like a hunting trap
loose around the bait

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POETRY/THƠ

Emily Dickinson | “Hope” (1)

“Hy vọng” như những gì có lông –
Trên linh hồn đậu –
Và hát những bài hát không lời –
Mà không – bao giờ ngưng –

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ART POETRY/THƠ

Nguyễn Man Nhiên | a path, strewn with clumps of weed (8)

the songs in patches of the forest
and a peeling wall
the shedding rows of trees
within the glory of the sunset

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POETRY/THƠ

Đinh Trường Chinh | a verse composed in sleep (32)

and a verse
stuck endlessly inside a chest cavity
silent at the base of a heart
settled in the eyeball
abiding in the abyss of dreams
to be
forever in
disintegration

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POETRY/THƠ

Phạm Thái Lê | AT THE VERY END OF DARKNESS (5)

Sometimes
You’re here but barely
The feral cat eyes
The clumsy inept hands
Once in the form of a child
Flew across the room, glimpses of angel wings.

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PHOTOGRAPHY POETRY/THƠ

Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm | allow me the fall (155)

allow me the delusion of a seed
let me bleed
through the cool pungent soil

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POETRY/THƠ

Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm | a bleeding moon (154)

to hell with the reasons and meaningful swoon
I am nothing but nerves and heat
cut me off neat

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POETRY/THƠ

Nguyễn Lãm Thắng | WITHIN THE FALLING BREATHS (35)

Upon the night path fell the crumbling breaths
The blood won’t be returning to those cold hands
I heard clearly the words spelled out via the smoky incense
I must leave soon, it was time

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POETRY/THƠ

Đỗ Khiêm | A WOMAN’S DESIRE – THỊ DÂM (1)

(Those who have looked at a woman with sinful intent have already in their heart the desire – Matthieu)

(Ai nhìn phụ nữ mà ước ao phạm tội thì đã tà dâm trong lòng rồi – Matthieu )

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Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm | I walked with thee (153)

I walked with thee in darkness
Cooled by Autumn’s air
Warmed by thy company
The city far glowing fair…

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POETRY/THƠ

Alăng Văn Gáo | In Spite of it (1)

I’m going to continue
the path beneath my feet
the path within my heart
within my mind
the brilliant light

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POETRY/THƠ

Lê Vĩnh Tài | Who should I be? (271)

What are you
to cause the death of all colours
as soon as your nail polish dries up

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PHOTOGRAPHY POETRY/THƠ

Lê Vĩnh Tài | through the howling flames (270)

through the howling flames
the poem on fire couldn’t be contacted
the poet has run away
escaped the smell of burning flesh
and the reader now dead on a high
with demons

the bait inside the traps were the losers
who did once held a prize
who did once had a glimpse of those ridiculous kings
the greed has turned everything into ghosts