Originally posted on SONGNGUTAITRAM:
By Lê Vĩnh Tài, translation by Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm NB. April 30th, 1975, marks the fall of Saigon. (1) membership to the communist party? (2) the new government…
On the thread of a word A Poem by Coyote Poetry. A poem. On the thread of a word… (Freedom is only the distance between the hunter and his prey.) Bei Dao Just… Continue reading
Originally posted on yaskhan:
I am a dreamer-Floating in the celestial Between your world and mine:Only to return to poetry We meet on the notes of a violin In the sepia of memory…
Fool’s gold…. Once we held hands and we talks of the great escape. We drank expresso coffee and we walked on the Monterey pier. I savored your sweet voice and I remember. I… Continue reading
Smoke and mirrors… Smoke and mirrors we became. Once we locked our doors and we believed love was life. On a hot Summer day, we made promises we could not keep. Who is… Continue reading
The 3 am prayer…. The dance hall closed down at 2 am in Belton, Texas. He would go to the Belton Lake, drink the Jack Daniel and howl at the moon. Maybe he… Continue reading