Poetry
Maung Chaw Nwe, Sokunthary Svay
The latest in verse from around the Mekong region
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 …”