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Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm | June hiatus

It has be an active year of blogging on my part, thank you for being there for me. I will be on hiatus for the month of June.

May peace and joy dwell in your home.

Take Care.

Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm

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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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PROSE

Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm | the equality in your vernacular (150)

By Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm I’m as ordinary as the next person, the biggest difference is that I was born with the ability to bear children. A significant difference in the eyes of the world. All I want for my children is equality in your vernacular. A woman, a wife, a lover, do they need […]

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EDITORIAL

Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm | Shani, bạn thân nhất của tôi – Shani, my bestfriend (156)

Tôi biết bạn không hiểu, nhưng cũng không sao, ở bạn tôi luôn lưu lại những hy vọng và niềm tin.

I know you don’t understand, and that is okay, because within you is my faith and hope.

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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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SHORT STORIES/TRUYỆN NGẮN

Nguyễn Văn Thiện | Bird Wings at the bottom of the Lake (49)

The sunlight was like fire through the cloud of bazan red dust. I ran after him shouting: “Men, come home as soon as you can!”. Men’s answer was a slurry of words whisked away by the wind. The bike, a red dot slowly fading away, disappeared into the emptiness of the mead. Nothing was left but the echo of the engine bouncing back from the surface of the silent lake. Đá Lake crystal clear during the dry season, imprinted clearly the form of a flock of birds with their wingspan stretching out far and wide, endlessly flying across the lake.

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SHORT STORIES/TRUYỆN NGẮN

Lê Vĩnh Tài | THE STORM IN EACH ONE OF US – MƯA TRONG MỖI CHÚNG TA (3)

When he prays for the words, some whine, some wail, and some whimper in silence because they know. And in despair. The words are like endless drops of a storm beating down on each one of us, acting on a curse — an odd three hundred years.

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PROSE

Friedrick Nietzsche

“và những người nhảy múa kia, nhìn như những người điên trong mắt của những người không bao giờ nghe nhạc”

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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