The Viet bride
Trang Ha
I would forever remember Dan’s silence. Silently loving me. Silent before my family’s insults and dissuasion.
I would forever remember Dan’s silence. Silently loving me. Silent before my family’s insults and dissuasion.
The latest in verse from around the Mekong region
Hanoi at the dawn of the new millennium
Oh my dear, how still you lie, spread-eagled in the white snow that’s stained with the scarlet pools of your blood …
A poem by Scott Bywater
Said a tourist, “I have to refute, That the durian should count as a fruit …”