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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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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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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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POETRY/THƠ

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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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

Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm | This coldest winter’s eve (73)

This coldest winter’s eve
I carried thee in my heart
Thee a broken shattered shell
Soul shining in moonlight

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POETRY/THƠ

Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm | I’m content on my tiny isle. (145)

I’m content on my tiny isle.

I accept and respect(admire) the arrogance of the mountain.

But no anthill from a cave should echo such sentiments without thought.

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PHOTOGRAPHY POETRY/THƠ

Hứa Hiếu | thE pOrtrAIt (18)

the portrait contains many crooked
outlines unacceptable
at face value, or hints of intricate questions
in every swaying sips of wine always the question of the odd
nonsense accepted
from so many words
the contradiction, and even in the gloom
its character
I can’t lie, if you have a few minutes spare

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POETRY/THƠ

Anonymous | Chuyến Bay Cuối Cùng – The final flight (151)

Đừng khóc vì tôi, vì tôi không còn bị ràng buộc nữa
Tôi sẽ đi tiếp theo con đường Thượng Đế đã dành cho tôi.
Tôi đã nắm lấy tay Ngài ngay lúc Ngài đã gọi tôi,
Tôi quay lưng đi và đã để lại mọi thứ.

Don’t grieve for me, for now I’m free,
I’m following the path God laid for me.
I took his hand when I heard his call,
I turned my back and left it all.

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POETRY/THƠ

Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm | Is passion an invention for the young? (149)

At what age are you expired?

too old for sex
too old for romance
too old to exist.

The cold is seeping into my bones
and my mind is stiff with desire.

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POETRY/THƠ

Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm | a wildflower that rarely blooms – một loại hoa dại hiếm nở (147)

I’ve told you dear

I’m a wildflower that rarely blooms

Thorny dessicated in the middle of a desert

Cut me open and all you’ll find is fibrous roots and tears.

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PROSE

Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm | just a thought (146)

By Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm Only a man would think he can’t be fucked! Gosh, the irony! NB. The great philosophers in the old days preferred young men to women, since women were dirty, they bleed.

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ART EDITORIAL

Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm | BOO 3

“mỗi ngày tôi vẫn câu ý tưởng mình khi thời gian đang làm tổ trên đầu”. tự hoạ sáng.05072021.đtc

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PHOTOGRAPHY POETRY/THƠ

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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PROSE

Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm | Congratulations to you sir (135)

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?

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Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm | anh như tảng đá, em là mưa sa (137)

You’re like a rock boulder, me, the falling rain

A lifetime I’ve followed the wind
And you are right there ever since
A lifetime I’ve rounded up the clouds
Gosh the storms by the hour there about

What are you, a rock? Please don’t
Please don’t wait for me.