By Thanh Tâm Tuyền, translation by Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm (Author´s blog) I As needed as the dawn your presence (to live without the dawn) I would wake up reading Nguyễn Du the sadness brimming in each rhythmic verse of six by eight beat at the end of the road upon dusk the verses I…
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poets and happy endings by Bogdan Dragos
“When you no longer see the shadow of what kept you strong it’s time to let go.” Those would be the last words he wrote at the back of the notebook he filled with thoughts and rants and poems ‘Thoughts That Come From The Heart’ was the title and the work will remain for long…
Whispers of Light
by Daniela Topîrcean Souls, the sun has not gone out, the sky is blue the stars are shining, the music of the spheres continues to flow to infinity and the colours are more beautiful as ever. Let the pain flow, to go to pass. Do not try to say words. others expressed the words, our…
Reincarnation
by Petru Racolța From me to the stars,I pass through a field of cornflowers,And then I come back to youIncarnate in fine dust. I will sprinkle myself on the plain,Get over your blouse,Along a springAnd on your hair. You will breathe in me unknowingly,I will think of you,I will embrace your heartAnd in dreams, it…
Lost By Nguyễn Man Nhiên, translation by Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm
Autor´s Blog if paradise ever were layout in five rays of light an angel in human form a cut out from a Christmas card a fallen star tearing down a throat drowned in tears
join in the silence by Bogdan Dragos
There was indeed silence now Oh, and it’s been but days since the screams cracked the windows and the thrown bottles stripped the walls of their paint and the curses made the gods cringe and cover their ears The house of madness no longer lived up to its name For she was finally gone and…
Honeysuckle Heat (episode 3)By Michele Lee
from (previous) Honeysuckle Heat… In their floating dream they remained until the first hint of morning burst over the distant mountains, causing them to dart from the water, grab their crumpled clothes, and sprint back to the house, laughing with each hurried step. Once inside, they fell onto his unmade bed, into each other’s arms,…
WAIT FOR ME IN YOUR BODY by Manuel Calderon
for me on the edge of your boda without haste We will meet in the fire of this long night before dreams begin to fall asleep I will purify the air to breathe you on your neck and I will walk towards you free of impurities The sea has no paths woven into its bed…
MUSIC IN SCARS
by Steve Clark 1. the white of our bones. our heads out the car window comets breaching our teeth bent with the bite of hexagons, tetrahedrons cacography of smoke whistling through our eyes tea leaves, bones, the skeleton of centuries laid bare ochre and yellow a fox’s bones toxic plasma singing hymns in ancient texts…
Marga Clark presents her new book Atisbos in Madrid
Marga Clark’s tenth collection of poems, Atisbos, in manner of a dialogue with the unsayable, revisits her themes of the brevity of time, disintegration and oblivion. The poems ignite our own darknesses, weave uncertain destinies, transform the imaginary into real, always leaning into the invisible. One of her poems whispers: I bleed to ashes. In another, she exhorts: The…
to terminate a storm by Bogdan Dragos
It became more and more obvious There was a storm inside her growing ever stronger and she sought to terminate it before it was too late It’s arguably more difficult to terminate such storms when you’re fifteen and still living with your parents so she decided not to share her struggle with them and reached…
Infinite Love
by Daniela Topîrcean Infinite love, inspire me to look you deeper and deeper within to know and live from my heart and yours. Inspire me to find out words of light to express your celestial song, blue symphony in which you embrace and delight me with infinite harmonies of life. When I give up in…
Dreams Shepherd
by Petru Racolța It’s been heard for a while, With well-founded premises And reasons to fear, Dream thieves have appeared. Here comes a man of this audacity, When your sleep is sweetest, In the dream film, he digs And with your dream, it goes. The thief keeps repeating, Hopes are lost in the fog, You…
alive today by Bodgan Dragos
there was a new guy in the park among the homeless He arrived just after the mayor had eradicated all the tents and improvised huts and it was easy to spot him He was the one who always had a book in his hand, always reading “Check out the new guy,” they said. “An intellectual….
Feathered Fans by Michele Lee
Blog Michele Lee My feathered fans took notice of me the one who turns their water sweet calming breaths, but radiating heat hovering close, they tried to cool me Their feathered fans, a pleasant breeze I appreciate their attempts to please but they only tired their tiny wings and I remained hot under my tree…
Most Beautiful Woman
by Rana I sense me sank into my emotions in a galaxy far away Floating motionless, No urge to think anything but you Your lips flavor juvenile ecstasy like an ancient wine Dropped in this notion, I felt high when I was through Illusive raindrops on thy juicy lips are engagingly seductive kissing them wide…
Pseudophili by Aedus Rythe
Trial by fire.Trial by mind.Self-successIs self-excess.Fill in lines on your pastAnd all the times you cried.Talk about your birthAnd the way you want to die.Doesn’t change the speeding carWhen you’re walking across the street.There’s nothing in betweenBut money and grief.Money and griefAnd your loss of release. Trial by currency.Trial by privilege.Kill time like slaves did,Tired…
good and bad poetry by Bogdan Dragos
Well, after you write enough and try to publish for long enough you just notice it There is no such thing as good or bad poetry. There’s just poetry to which people can relate and poetry to which people can’t relate. And that makes all the difference in the world.
Revelation
by Daniela Topîrcean I could see with my heart’s eyes the colours that waved around us like flames above mysterious treasures buried in the mountains. We were trying to touch them but they dripped fluid between our fingers hugged. The flames were turning, they were taking root in ourselves they were sprouting, they grew and…
Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm | THE VOICE OF REFUGEES (43)
By Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm / Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm, the poet and translator, born 1971 in Phu Nhuan, Saigon, Vietnam. The pharmacist currently lives and works in Western Sydney, Australia. What are you thinking The way I talk is funny It is your vernacular You think only you know how to laugh Gosh as…
