Poetry is thoughtful, hardened and jaded [NF 18:31]

Poetry is thoughtful, hardened and jaded welcomes dawnwith a face emblazoned with lettersdried uplike tears… thơ những tưởng mình chai sạnsáng rathấy gương mặt mình đầy chữ cáinhư những giọt nước mắtđã khô Lê Vĩnh Tài, the poet and translator born in 1966 in Buon Ma Thuot, Daklak, Vietnam. The retired doctor is still a […]

without the vernacular should one trust the silence [NF 11:5]

without the vernacularshould one trust the silencefollowed by the poem falling apart we can not turn back timethe clock tick-tickingthe second hand frothing they harbour delusions of grandeurat the end of the worldthe entire South without an ounce of electricityand they’re allocating a time slot for the end of the dayscareful now don’t choke on […]