Bubbling under the cacophony of the city or suburban mundaneness is the sound and the fury of an unutterable desperation for acceptance, family, and something that will endure
That sweet aroma—one so acquainted with Jabril—was hanging brightly like a piece of the moon within this incantation.
Im lặng nhẫn nại của vực sâu hối thúc tôi mở mình | The patient silence of the abyss urged me to open myself
So do I tell her the name Cy sighed last night? Do I say how it landed on me like dew, like shroud?
Poems and translations by Nguyễn Thùy Dương, Nguyễn Lâm Thảo Thi, and Mai Duy Quang
Poems and translations by Red, Lượng Trần, Vũ Anh Vũ & Nguyễn-Hoàng Quyên
“The narrative that is built around a particular moment eventually buries the moment itself.”
Poem by Sơn Ca, translated by Lan Anh and poem by Kai Ng, translated by Thu Uyên
it’s spring, or whatever / season it is for laughter or slaughter, a // difference of one letter between one state / of being and another
My journey to understanding love and joy as powerful forces of resistance during a pandemic, with the help of Dr. Margo Okazawa-Rey aka DJ MOR Love and Joy.
I stand before you, though, O Allah, the daughter // to Abraham’s father. Here is my sacrifice: / hold him close, as You did with Ismael.
Poems and translations by Nguyễn Khánh Duy, Mai Duy Quang, Hải Anh, and Nguyễn Quang Kiếm
Poems and translations by Lan Anh, Thu Uyên, Thùy Dương, and Nhi Đàm
Listen, we can stay here forever, in Tucson, / rain is a fable and we don’t need / a story to fall asleep.
Tôi phải ở lại trong ngôn ngữ này, như đã trong một cơn mơ bổng, như đã trong một cú kéo chìm, một tự trói buộc, nhọc nhằn và vẫn ở đó, chút lửa nhen. | I have to reside in this language, as in a flying dream, as in a sinking down, a self-bound, burdensome and still there, little fire.
An interview with the Virginia Poet Laureate on poetry as witness, colonial history’s hauntings, and her longstanding poem-a-day practice
That sweet aroma—one so acquainted with Jabril—was hanging brightly like a piece of the moon within this incantation.
Im lặng nhẫn nại của vực sâu hối thúc tôi mở mình | The patient silence of the abyss urged me to open myself
So do I tell her the name Cy sighed last night? Do I say how it landed on me like dew, like shroud?
My journey to understanding love and joy as powerful forces of resistance during a pandemic, with the help of Dr. Margo Okazawa-Rey aka DJ MOR Love and Joy.
Poems and translations by Nguyễn Thùy Dương, Nguyễn Lâm Thảo Thi, and Mai Duy Quang
I stand before you, though, O Allah, the daughter // to Abraham’s father. Here is my sacrifice: / hold him close, as You did with Ismael.
Poems and translations by Red, Lượng Trần, Vũ Anh Vũ & Nguyễn-Hoàng Quyên
Poems and translations by Nguyễn Khánh Duy, Mai Duy Quang, Hải Anh, and Nguyễn Quang Kiếm
Poems and translations by Lan Anh, Thu Uyên, Thùy Dương, and Nhi Đàm
“The narrative that is built around a particular moment eventually buries the moment itself.”
Poem by Sơn Ca, translated by Lan Anh and poem by Kai Ng, translated by Thu Uyên
Listen, we can stay here forever, in Tucson, / rain is a fable and we don’t need / a story to fall asleep.
Tôi phải ở lại trong ngôn ngữ này, như đã trong một cơn mơ bổng, như đã trong một cú kéo chìm, một tự trói buộc, nhọc nhằn và vẫn ở đó, chút lửa nhen. | I have to reside in this language, as in a flying dream, as in a sinking down, a self-bound, burdensome and still there, little fire.
it’s spring, or whatever / season it is for laughter or slaughter, a // difference of one letter between one state / of being and another
An interview with the Virginia Poet Laureate on poetry as witness, colonial history’s hauntings, and her longstanding poem-a-day practice