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POETRY/THƠ

Mary Elizabeth Frye | Đừng đứng ở mộ tôi và khóc – Do not stand at my grave and weep (138)

Đừng đứng ở mộ tôi và khóc
Tôi không còn ở đây nữa. Tôi không ngủ.
Tôi là một ngàn ngọn gió.
Tôi là những ánh sáng ngọc ngà trên tuyết.
Tôi là nắng ngập tràn lúa chín.
Tôi là mưa hiền ngàn thu.
Khi em thức dậy giữa yên tĩnh của bình minh
Tôi là chim én bay
Nhỏ nhẹ những cánh vòng quanh đây.
Đừng đứng ở mộ tôi và khóc;
Tôi không còn ở đây nữa. Tôi đã chết bao giờ.

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PHOTOGRAPHY POETRY/THƠ

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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POETRY/THƠ

Pháp Hoan | Haiku 24 (38)

The Sūyatā open to
a small butterfly
flying into the realm of flowers.

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PHOTOGRAPHY POETRY/THƠ

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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PHOTOGRAPHY SHORT STORIES/TRUYỆN NGẮN

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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PHOTOGRAPHY POETRY/THƠ

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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PHOTOGRAPHY POETRY/THƠ

Lê Vĩnh Tài | If you see the poem as feathers of a bird (66)

you thought about the feathers
you see yourself as a small bird
a tired metaphor
the world seeing nothing but white clouds
the embittered day she left
flew away
like feathers of a bird

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PHOTOGRAPHY POETRY/THƠ

Lê Vĩnh Tài | no. 20:9 – a waste of a springtime, but at least there was the breeze

censorship
unsanctioned
in the smuggling of
freedom

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PHOTOGRAPHY POETRY/THƠ

Pháp Hoan |Haiku 89(3)

after three days of rain
the chrysanthemum bloomed brightly
end to end in the village

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PHOTOGRAPHY POETRY/THƠ

Lê Vĩnh Tài | no. 20:5 – at the roots of the magnolia

a poem, a single bloom
it attentively
stares at a wall
pee strewed the cool hues of rocks