The Odd Journey | Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm

Wonderful memories with The Trans in Trump Nation. We feel very privileged having Anthony Phong Tran as our photographer. (inebriated or not)

November 2019

Mr. & Mrs. Tran

Photo: Thankyou anh Ken for the photograph.

November 2019

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Is it not better to be loved wholly in one heart than it is to be in pieces in a thousand frivolous hearts? [2023]

Yes.. we are often shy
Mine a left dimple and his is right
His eyes are little mine are wide
We share children he and I

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 2018

Twenty two
The number of years that made us
Even when the world is broken
…
There will always be
A history of you and me
The babies makes four

February 2017

What should I wish my mate for life. Him of little words, to even bother about poetry and literature. He quietly does everything for this family, as I talk and talk, talk till I’m in a fit of spitting, but he never complained. I talk just about enough for my family. My family is alike and as different as any other families. Sometimes he and I would laugh and cry – so many brilliant people, one family is still not enough for them. Life still is a long long road, tomorrow has no offer of guarantee. So endure yeah, continue to sit and listen to my never ending constant chatter.
Congratulations on another year Mr.Tran, my mate for life. (The connotation shouldn’t escape – us cell mates for life 

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Chúc gì đây người bạn đời của tôi. Chàng thật ít nói, nói chi đến văn hay thơ. Chàng cần cù lo mọi thứ trong gia đình tôi, còn tôi thì chỉ biết nói và nói, nói sùi bọt mép, nhưng anh chưa bao giờ trách tôi. Tôi nói vừa đủ cho gia đình tôi. Gia đình tôi chả giống và cũng chả khác gì gia đình người ta. Đôi lúc tôi và chàng vừa cười vừa khóc – nhiều người thiên tài thật, một gia đình mà vẫn chưa đủ. Đường đời còn vun vút dài, ngày mai chẳng có gì bảo đảm. Nên cứ cố gắng vậy đi nhé anh bạn đời, cứ vậy mãi ngồi đây nghe tôi nói.
Chúc mừng một tuổi mới anh bạn đời.

(April 2, 2019)

The length of your marriage is a relative term. After some years, have we learnt to tolerate each other? Or, is it the silence of mutual respect and understanding? Isn’t words just amazing! And I’ve not even embark on the topic of love and passion!

October 2015

Why not?
Even the ham confined, has his day!
Smothered or not by intentions…

August 2015

Happiness, contentment, fulfillment, excitement, joy. They are absent when rage is upon me. A simple hug and a cuddle always takes me back to the beginning. (Mr. Tran’s warm extra padding helps)
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June 2014

Distracted by way ward sounds
Attracted to colours in odd amounts
Enticed by rough edges, soft and round
Sweet fragrances in abundance to be found
Only you are the Rock, keeping me ground.

December 2013