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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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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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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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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

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POETRY/THƠ

Lê Vĩnh Tài | I wish for more rain (266)

I want the water to be less salty
like my tears
I want more thunder
to drown out the sound
of a song I love

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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

Lê Vĩnh Tài | rage, rage on (268)

their outcries in hints of lightning
lightning advancing quietly into the night
the last of them
the last of them crying even when
their most feeble gestures were dances
by a fresh spring
a defense against the destruction of light

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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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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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POETRY/THƠ

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.

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POETRY/THƠ

Tô Thùy Yên | DECEMBRE BLUES (1:1)

Eight years I hid in mine heart
The travelling sword of my youth
For the morrow sky returns
Myself forth brings a tornado.

The new year your son can’t come home
Mountains rivers still part the hearts,
In love sends wishes aged old
Mum and dad are bamboo blooming.

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POETRY/THƠ

Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm | Như bức tường sơn mới, mùi của anh – the freshly painted wall, the scent of you (133)

Nỗi đau tột cùng
ong đốt,
làm em khóc
đau đớn một lần
ôi tiếng cười của anh
như bình minh

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POETRY/THƠ

Lê Vĩnh Tài | The book of poems (267)

we’ve both reserved
endlessly the fear
like an explosion reversed in old batteries
the empty holes and calls after that
daunting
every time there was a
beep beep