Congratulations to you sir, you’re yet forty-six, your mother gave birth to you standing up, her legs wide open. You poor thing, did you bump your head on the way out? You read books, you know how to spell, you know how to compose poetry?
“One need be afraid of no one. If you fear somebody then it is due to the fact that he has power over you”
Cain- Hermann Hesse
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.
Bạn là nguồn cảm hứng của tôi, bạn là lý do mặt trời sẽ mọc.
You inspire me, you are the reason the Sun rises in the morning.
By Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm An autumn afternoon nap, the fan is humming a constant lullaby. Memories of sticking my fingers between the grate of the aluminium cage of the fan, wondering if it would bite or shear the tips of my fingers. I forgot the heat, the mean boy who threatened me with lewd […]
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 […]
By Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm Trí óc tôi từ xưa đến giờ vẫn vậy, lạ, dù tôi muốn dừa cho những sợi tóc bạc. Như người tình cũ tôi vẫn nhận ra mặt, nhưng những người quen cùng một thời thì tôi lại không nhận ra ai. Những kỷ niệm như những tấm ảnh, những […]
I have searched all my life for the man that is my father; Fathers of daughters, they know the mountains their daughters must climb – you must work twice as hard, bare children and be the mocking of man.
By Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm Denial is one of those things that sometimes saves us from going insane, but we cannot continue to bury our head in the sand. We must lift our chins, otherwise we’ll simply miss the most glorious fleeting moments right in front of our eyes. My husband and I both had […]
It’s a full circle, I have become the child you’ve just met.
Gosh the cuts of young bamboo shoots my grandfather used to salvage from the forest. Where my uncle often faced tigers in the night(days there were still tigers). Now echidna is a condiment for drinking.
By Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm Possessions I thought were tangible objects like a Chasseur cast iron pot. The best kitchen pan seals juicy steaks, or slow cook cheap cuts to perfection. Useful. Can humanity be this useful? Can humanity be owned? Have you ever felt useful? We all have, we’re all the same, this common […]
By Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm Stripped back and bare, the soul of my mother’s land, by my hand, my flesh exiled. I don’t know where to begin, sometimes I feel utterly lost. By the very bones that were cultivated in the narrow alleyways of Saigon, my decaying flesh are now in the land of the […]
By Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm Hình như chuyện gì tôi nói nhỏ với nhà văn, say là nhà văn nhả hết vào tai nhà thơ. Nhưng không sao, tôi nghĩ, nhà thơ chỉ đem nó bỏ vào thùng nước mắm ngoài trời lúc nó nồng mùi thì sẽ thành vật liệu của những bài thơ. […]