A poem in Vietnamese by Nguyễn ViệnTranslator: Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm You won’t fall but on pepples your footing is compromised without me. The days passes by – via the gale by you I’m miscible. The men on the side. Plucking feather from the sky, like rotting fish sunbaking their stomach in a net. As…

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