Nha Trang

The silence is the soothing suspended time in a pocket that carries me. I’m a cocktail of sadness and joy, I am nothing and more. The car horns beep down below far, calling home. A thousand people, a hundred thousand souls drove towards redemption. Crooked smiles, missing teeth, dull silver oily matted hair against long limbs, firm skin of teenagers. They are tired, they are all tired in the dying light. Grey, more grey seeping between stark white hot dusty concrete blocks settling in the shadows, deep in the dreaming of dawn. 

Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm, the blogger, poet, and translator, was born in 1971 in Phu Nhuan, Saigon, Vietnam. The pharmacist currently lives and works in Western Sydney, Australia.

By Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm

There's magic in translating a body of work from one language to another.

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