since the dark ages you have been delusional | Mai Thảo

A poem in Vietnamese by Mai Thảo
Translator: Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm

long or short
a line has always been a line
endless twists splits and turns
it takes you to all places, all corners of the world

you have slept everywhere since you were a child
that last place is me till the day I am old
Old? A soul that is still alive like the wind
A wind that never sleeps, the sound essence of my life

creating the clouds and instigating the sunburn
creating, never from heaven and earth did I ask or borrow
so when both the sun and the moon abandon me
upon my brow is the moonlight safe

since the dark ages you have been delusional
I am a god, it was my choice to come into the world
we are a pair of movie stars, angels
each sitting on their own thrown

stop crying as though your tears is the rain
stop aching as though the rocks can also feel the pain
your heart is wisdom(bụt) and mine life(Buddha)
reserved for each of us in our heart is a burning incense

em đã hoang đường từ cổ đại

Con đường thẳng tắp con đường cụt
Đã vậy từ xưa cái nghĩa đường
Phải triệu khúc quanh nghìn ngả rẽ
Mới là tâm cảnh đến mười phương

Em đủ mười phương từ tuổi nhỏ
Ngần ấy phương anh tới tuổi già
Tuổi ư? Hồn vẫn đầy trăm gió
Thổi suốt đêm ngày cõi biếc ta

Chế lấy mây và gây lấy nắng
Chế lấy, đừng vay mượn đất trời
Để khi nhật nguyệt đều xa vắng
Đầu thềm vẫn có ánh trăng rơi

Em đã hoang đường từ cổ đại
Anh cũng thần tiên tự xuống đời
Đôi ta một lứa đôi tài tử
Ngự mỗi thiên thần ở mỗi ngôi

Đừng khóc dẫu mưa là nước mắt
Đừng đau dẫu đá cũng đau buồn
Tâm em là Bụt tâm anh Phật
Trên mỗi tâm ngời một nhánh hương


Mai Thảo [1927-1998] real name is Nguyen Dang Quy, another pen name: Nguyen Dang, he was born on June 8, 1927 in Con market, Quan Phuong Ha commune, Hai Hau district, Nam Dinh province (originally from Tho Khoi village, Gia Lam district, Bac Ninh province, the same hometown and related to the painter Le Thi Luu), his father was a merchant and wealthy landowner. Mai Thao absorbed his mother’s love of literature from Bac Ninh. As a child, he studied at a village school, went to Nam Dinh high school and then Hanoi (studied at Do Huu Vi school, later Chu Van An). In 1945, he followed the school to Hung Yen. When the war broke out in 1946, the family evacuated from Hanoi to Con market, in the “House of the Salt Water Region”, from then on Mai Thao left home to Thanh Hoa to join the resistance, wrote for newspapers, participated in art troupes traveling everywhere from Lien Khu Ba, Lien Khu Tu to the Viet Bac resistance zone. This period left a deep mark on his literature. In 1951, Mai Thao abandoned the resistance and went into the city to do business. In 1954, he migrated to the South. He wrote short stories for the newspapers Dan Chu, Lua Viet, and Nguoi Viet. He was the editor-in-chief of the newspapers Sang Tao (1956), Nghe Thuat (1965), and from 1974, he oversaw the Van newspaper. He participated in the literature and art programs of radio stations in Saigon from 1960 to 1975. On December 4, 1977, Mai Thao crossed the sea. After 7 days and nights at sea, the boat arrived at Pulau Besar, Malaysia. In early 1978, he was sponsored by his brother to go to the United States. Shortly after, he collaborated with Thanh Nam’s Dat Moi newspaper and several other overseas newspapers. In July 1982, he republished the Van magazine, and was editor-in-chief until 1996, when due to health problems, he handed it over to Nguyen Xuan Hoang; Two years later he died in Santa Ana, California on January 10, 1998.

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.

the bush at first light | Mai Thảo

A poem in Vietnamese by Mai Thảo
Translator: Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm

happy grass wet grass spattered with water
right by my side and I can’t be happier
though all that love I can feel no longer
still, it’s nice to share such morning glory together

cỏ sớm

Cỏ dạt dào vui đẫm nước phun
Ngồi bên ta cũng muốn vui lòng
Dẫu lòng đã lạnh thôi dào dạt
Thì cũng vui vì buổi sáng chung


Mai Thảo [1927-1998] real name is Nguyen Dang Quy, another pen name: Nguyen Dang, he was born on June 8, 1927 in Con market, Quan Phuong Ha commune, Hai Hau district, Nam Dinh province (originally from Tho Khoi village, Gia Lam district, Bac Ninh province, the same hometown and related to the painter Le Thi Luu), his father was a merchant and wealthy landowner. Mai Thao absorbed his mother’s love of literature from Bac Ninh. As a child, he studied at a village school, went to Nam Dinh high school and then Hanoi (studied at Do Huu Vi school, later Chu Van An). In 1945, he followed the school to Hung Yen. When the war broke out in 1946, the family evacuated from Hanoi to Con market, in the “House of the Salt Water Region”, from then on Mai Thao left home to Thanh Hoa to join the resistance, wrote for newspapers, participated in art troupes traveling everywhere from Lien Khu Ba, Lien Khu Tu to the Viet Bac resistance zone. This period left a deep mark on his literature. In 1951, Mai Thao abandoned the resistance and went into the city to do business. In 1954, he migrated to the South. He wrote short stories for the newspapers Dan Chu, Lua Viet, and Nguoi Viet. He was the editor-in-chief of the newspapers Sang Tao (1956), Nghe Thuat (1965), and from 1974, he oversaw the Van newspaper. He participated in the literature and art programs of radio stations in Saigon from 1960 to 1975. On December 4, 1977, Mai Thao crossed the sea. After 7 days and nights at sea, the boat arrived at Pulau Besar, Malaysia. In early 1978, he was sponsored by his brother to go to the United States. Shortly after, he collaborated with Thanh Nam’s Dat Moi newspaper and several other overseas newspapers. In July 1982, he republished the Van magazine, and was editor-in-chief until 1996, when due to health problems, he handed it over to Nguyen Xuan Hoang; Two years later he died in Santa Ana, California on January 10, 1998.

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.

almost a decade | Mai Thảo

Boun Ma Thuot, Vietnam. Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm chụp

A poem in Vietnamese by Mai Thảo
Translator: Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm

the incense burning up this half of the world
permeating day and night then back to the other side
half breaking off into a number of uncountable seas
the scattering of ten seasons of spring

năm thứ mười

Nhánh hương thắp nửa này trái đất
Bay đêm ngày về nửa bên kia
Nửa đường hương gãy trăm nghìn biển
Rụng xuống mười xuân đã đứt lìa


Mai Thảo [1927-1998] real name is Nguyen Dang Quy, another pen name: Nguyen Dang, he was born on June 8, 1927 in Con market, Quan Phuong Ha commune, Hai Hau district, Nam Dinh province (originally from Tho Khoi village, Gia Lam district, Bac Ninh province, the same hometown and related to the painter Le Thi Luu), his father was a merchant and wealthy landowner. Mai Thao absorbed his mother’s love of literature from Bac Ninh. As a child, he studied at a village school, went to Nam Dinh high school and then Hanoi (studied at Do Huu Vi school, later Chu Van An). In 1945, he followed the school to Hung Yen. When the war broke out in 1946, the family evacuated from Hanoi to Con market, in the “House of the Salt Water Region”, from then on Mai Thao left home to Thanh Hoa to join the resistance, wrote for newspapers, participated in art troupes traveling everywhere from Lien Khu Ba, Lien Khu Tu to the Viet Bac resistance zone. This period left a deep mark on his literature. In 1951, Mai Thao abandoned the resistance and went into the city to do business. In 1954, he migrated to the South. He wrote short stories for the newspapers Dan Chu, Lua Viet, and Nguoi Viet. He was the editor-in-chief of the newspapers Sang Tao (1956), Nghe Thuat (1965), and from 1974, he oversaw the Van newspaper. He participated in the literature and art programs of radio stations in Saigon from 1960 to 1975. On December 4, 1977, Mai Thao crossed the sea. After 7 days and nights at sea, the boat arrived at Pulau Besar, Malaysia. In early 1978, he was sponsored by his brother to go to the United States. Shortly after, he collaborated with Thanh Nam’s Dat Moi newspaper and several other overseas newspapers. In July 1982, he republished the Van magazine, and was editor-in-chief until 1996, when due to health problems, he handed it over to Nguyen Xuan Hoang; Two years later he died in Santa Ana, California on January 10, 1998.

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.

the call to wake up | Mai Thảo

Photography by Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm

A poem in Vietnamese by Mai Thảo
Translator: Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm

the deadly silence, the earth stunned silent
the wordless streams and dumbfound trees
wake up! wake up the storm inside you, stand up
like the shifting earth plates, spit lava, live

gọi thức

Này suối này rừng cùng tịch lặng
Đất nín nghìn năm cũng lặng cùng
Dậy đi! Dậy hết thành dông bão
Nhảy dựng ngang đời thế đá tung


Mai Thảo [1927-1998] real name is Nguyen Dang Quy, another pen name: Nguyen Dang, he was born on June 8, 1927 in Con market, Quan Phuong Ha commune, Hai Hau district, Nam Dinh province (originally from Tho Khoi village, Gia Lam district, Bac Ninh province, the same hometown and related to the painter Le Thi Luu), his father was a merchant and wealthy landowner. Mai Thao absorbed his mother’s love of literature from Bac Ninh. As a child, he studied at a village school, went to Nam Dinh high school and then Hanoi (studied at Do Huu Vi school, later Chu Van An). In 1945, he followed the school to Hung Yen. When the war broke out in 1946, the family evacuated from Hanoi to Con market, in the “House of the Salt Water Region”, from then on Mai Thao left home to Thanh Hoa to join the resistance, wrote for newspapers, participated in art troupes traveling everywhere from Lien Khu Ba, Lien Khu Tu to the Viet Bac resistance zone. This period left a deep mark on his literature. In 1951, Mai Thao abandoned the resistance and went into the city to do business. In 1954, he migrated to the South. He wrote short stories for the newspapers Dan Chu, Lua Viet, and Nguoi Viet. He was the editor-in-chief of the newspapers Sang Tao (1956), Nghe Thuat (1965), and from 1974, he oversaw the Van newspaper. He participated in the literature and art programs of radio stations in Saigon from 1960 to 1975. On December 4, 1977, Mai Thao crossed the sea. After 7 days and nights at sea, the boat arrived at Pulau Besar, Malaysia. In early 1978, he was sponsored by his brother to go to the United States. Shortly after, he collaborated with Thanh Nam’s Dat Moi newspaper and several other overseas newspapers. In July 1982, he republished the Van magazine, and was editor-in-chief until 1996, when due to health problems, he handed it over to Nguyen Xuan Hoang; Two years later he died in Santa Ana, California on January 10, 1998.

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.

THE TRANSLATOR | Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm

Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm

THE TRANSLATOR

a ghost
accidently possessing
the author
sometimes invited
out from the sea
from the sky
the attraction
allure, magnetism
sometimes the ghost does not want to
but loves to wander and play
like dracular
flying nowhere in particular
out in the world
as a ghost
it’s fun
hence, it’s not done.


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.

MY LIFE | Lê Vĩnh Tài [484]

Sông Hương, Huế, Việt Nam Winter 2025. Photography Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm

A poem in Vietnamese by Lê Vĩnh Tài
Translator: Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm

Since the day she had left for the sea, I have lived on a mountain, all roads lead to one gate, it is always locked with a sign at the top: “My life.”

Each morning, I find myself in front a mirror that no longer has a reflection of me. In the mirror I see her flying away into the horizon. I would lift my finger to touch the thick film of dust on the mirror. People say: it’s not her at all, it was my memory trapped inside the shards of glass.

I did try to find “My life” else where, not in the mirror. Say the identification papers, citizenship, electric or water bill… but “My life” no matter where it might be have been separated into a series of numbers, a mindless data. I met the man who separates these series of numbers as a profession, he has a scanty black beard, he said:

– You told her your life was more important right? I nodded.

– Then you should live up to your word, forget the small stuff. From this day on, you should live up to the shadow of that life.

I asked:

– And her?

The man with the scanty beard smiled:

– She is your life. You were the one who had given it away.

I understood then that I didn’t have a choice. Convicted, I had no choice but to live my life without her. In the dark room, I heard her small voice:

– You are right, but the truth can not save you. I opened my eyes. There was no one there. When she left, I understood that my life had left with her, left behind was a body that breathes.

She left.
I stayed.
Both had taken with them “my life.”

CUỘC ĐỜI TÔI

Từ ngày nàng về biển, tôi sống trên một ngọn núi, mọi con đường đều dẫn về một cánh cổng khép kín, phía trên treo tấm bảng: “Cuộc đời tôi.”

Mỗi buổi sáng, tôi ngồi trước gương nhưng tấm gương không còn phản chiếu hình ảnh của tôi. Trong gương tôi thấy em đang bay về phía chân trời. Tôi đưa tay ra chỉ chạm được vào lớp bụi dày trên gương. Người ta bảo: đấy không phải hình ảnh của em, mà là ký ức của tôi bị chính tôi giam giữ trong những mảnh thủy tinh.

Tôi cũng thử đi tìm “Cuộc đời tôi” ở nơi khác, không phải ở trong gương. Ví như trong giấy chứng minh nhân dân, trong hóa đơn điện nước… nhưng “Cuộc đời tôi” dù ở bất kỳ đâu cũng đã bị người ta tách riêng ra thành một dãy các con số, một dữ liệu vô tri. Tôi gặp người đàn ông chuyên tách các dãy số, ông ta có hàm râu thưa màu đen, ông ta nói:

– Anh bảo với người con gái ấy rằng cuộc đời anh quan trọng hơn, đúng không? Tôi gật đầu.

– Vậy thì anh hãy sống đúng như lời mình nói đi, cứ quanh quẩn tìm kiếm cái không quan trọng làm gì. Từ nay trở đi, mỗi ngày anh sống là cái bóng của chính cuộc đời ấy.

Tôi hỏi:

– Thế còn cô ấy?

Người đàn ông râu thưa màu đen mỉm cười:

– Cô ấy chính là cuộc đời anh. Và anh đã tự tay giao nó đi mất rồi.

Tôi hiểu mình không còn quyền lựa chọn. Tôi bị kết án, bị buộc phải đi qua vô tận những ngày không còn em. Trong căn phòng tối, tôi nghe giọng em thì thầm:

– Anh nói đúng, nhưng đúng là sự thật không cứu được anh đâu. Tôi mở mắt. Không còn ai ở đó. Khi em rời đi, tôi nhận ra cuộc đời tôi đã đi cùng em, còn lại chỉ là xác thân biết thở.

Em bước đi.
Tôi ở lại.
Cả hai đều mang theo “cuộc đời tôi.”


Lê Vĩnh Tài, the poet and translator born in 1966 in Buon Ma Thuot, Daklak, Vietnam. The retired doctor is still a resident of the Western Highlands and a businessman in Buon Ma Thuot.

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.

COMPANIONS | Hoàng Xuân Sơn

Hôm nay nhớ cái ống Canon. Sydney vào mùa thu nắng rất đẹp. Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm chụp

A poem in Vietnamese by Hoàng Xuân Sơn
Translator: Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm

us on the same path
lionheart
[entangled]
somewhat sadness me
while
you are like water
embracing the future
seemingly as one
two roles
legion
dozens
beyond the watery realm of clouds
thus the whirlwind and gale
the flight is not so light
being helpful is meaningless in light of simply being
there’s never enough room
for envy
you reaching out. going beyond what is humanly possible
what we might
call
absentmindedly
clouds of sparrows resident of the sky
settling for a piece of the moon
reflection. mirroring the tears of a mercurial life

ĐỒNG HÀNH


Ta với nhau đi cùng đường
In tuồng tâm thể vương
[Vướng]
điều gì
Tôi đoạn buồn
Em du di
Như ôm cơ động dõi thì tương lai
Tưởng nhập một
Mà hai vai
Đơn vị
Hàng chục
Ra ngoài nước mây
Nên gió cuốn
Dễ gì bay
Đời cần nhau hơn bàn tay nỗi niềm
Khung chật hẹp
Nhốt tị hiềm
Em vươn tới. thoát ra điềm nhân thân
Có thể ta
Gọi
Thất thần
Ngôi nhà chim sẻ phù vân giữa trời
Thôi thì một mảnh trăng soi
Gương. như chiếu lệ khóc đời thủy ngân
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h o à n g x u â n s ơ n
@21avril2025


Hoàng Xuân Sơn 

A renowned poet, born 1942, writes under various pseudonyms: Hoàng Xuân Sơn, Sử Mặc, Hoàng Hà Tỉnh, Vô Ðịnh… 

Hometown: Vỹ Dạ, Huế.

Lý Thường Kiệt Primary  

Bán Công High School and Quốc Học Huế High School

Bachelor of philosophy, and postgraduate of political science and commerce at The university of Văn Khoa Sài Gòn. 

Worked at the Ministry of Transport and Communication, a branch of the General Department of Postal Service of the Republic of Vietnam.

After 1975 worked in the Postal Office for 7 years. December 1981 settled in Montreal, Canada.

The poet’s career span from 1970 to the present day his work has been published in many literary publications. In vietnam: Văn, Chính Văn, Diễn  Ðàn, Khởi Hành, Nghiên Cứu Văn Học, Ðối Diện, Thân Hữu, Xây Dựng Nông Thôn, Ngưỡng Cửa, Nhà Văn. Outside of Vietnam: Làng Văn, Văn Học, Văn, Thế Kỷ 21, Chủ Ðề,  Sóng, Sóng Văn, Nắng Mới, Saigon Times, Hợp Lưu, Phố Văn,  Gío Văn , Canh Tân, Ði Tới, tạp chí Thơ. 

Collaborating platforms: Litviet (U.S.A), Tienve (Australia), Vanchuongviet… and the translations of his poetry into English by Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm on SONGNGUTAITRAM.

Published work:

Viễn Phố (thơ, Việt Chiến xb 1988)

Huế Buồn Chi (thơ,93)

Lục Bát (thơ, 2005)

Ref: vanchuongviet.org

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.

I can see myself in the shrines | Mai Thảo

A Sketch of Mai Thảo by Đinh Trường Chinh

A poem in Vietnamese by Mai Thảo
Translator: Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm

I can see my name in the street signs
My history in a thousand chapters
In the Ganges, a grain of sand
The heart of an ocean

I can see myself in the shrines
A sacred statue in a thousand parks
Smoke and incense of adoration
Scent from the origin of oblivion

I can see the stars crowding in the sky
O Big Dipper upon your dais for me wait thee
O bioluminescent plankton from the depths of the sea
Burn please, burn brighter just for me

I can see God there on my way
Sleeping Buddha in the meadow and sacred fields
In a realm of the imagination
And hell yes, is other people!

I can see the axis of the earth ceasing
Wrapped around an unmoving earth is a sky unmoving
So unmoving in my heart is a dusty speck
Ceased, stopped dancing

I can see that I am the night amid the day
I am the day through an endless night
The consistent darkness of the sun and moon
The moment the flamingoes out in the wet and cold scattered

I can see humanity bursting into tears
Watching the sight of me disappear
Heaven and earth weeping blood
Born from my blood, born from my tears

I can see the velvet curtains closing
The curtains lowering. A century left without out play
It’s okay, I can always flip and play the fool
I’m sick of being crazy, it’s not cool

I can see my body dangling from a tree
Fast asleep in all that green as far as one can see
And why not, why can’t it just be
Where at the round about there is nothing left for me.

ta thấy hình ta những miếu đền

Ta thấy tên ta những bảng đường
Đời ta, sử chép cả ngàn chương
Sao không, hạt cát sông Hằng ấy[1]
Còn chứa trong lòng cả đại dương

Ta thấy hình ta những miếu đền
Tượng thờ nghìn bệ những công viên
Sao không, khói với hương sùng kính
Đều ngát thơm từ huyệt lãng quên

Ta thấy muôn sao đứng kín trời
Chờ ta, Bắc Đẩu trở về ngôi
Sao không, một điểm lân tinh vẫn
Cháy được lên từ đáy thẳm khơi

Ta thấy đường ta Chúa hiện hình
Vườn ta Phật ngủ, ngõ thần linh
Sao không, tâm thức riêng bờ cõi
Địa ngục ngươi là, kẻ khác ơi![2]

Ta thấy nơi ta trục đất ngừng
Và cùng một lúc trục trời ngưng
Sao không, hạt bụi trong lòng trục
Cũng đủ vòng quay phải đứng dừng

Ta thấy ta đêm giữa sáng ngày
Ta ngày giữa tối thẳm đêm dài
Sao không, nhật nguyệt đều tăm tối
Tự thuở chim hồng rét mướt bay

Ta thấy nhân gian bỗng khóc oà
Nhìn hình ta khuất bóng ta xa
Sao không, huyết lệ trong trời đất
Là phát sinh từ huyết lệ ta

Ta thấy rèm nhung khép lại rồi
Hạ màn. Thế kỷ hết trò chơi
Sao không, quay gót, tên hề đã
Chán một trò điên diễn với người

Ta thấy ta treo cổ dưới cành
Rất hiền giấc ngủ giữa rừng xanh
Sao không, sao chẳng không là vậy
Khi chẳng còn chi ở khúc quanh.

[1] William Blake
[2] Jean-Paul Sartre

Mai Thảo [1927-1998] real name is Nguyen Dang Quy, another pen name: Nguyen Dang, he was born on June 8, 1927 in Con market, Quan Phuong Ha commune, Hai Hau district, Nam Dinh province (originally from Tho Khoi village, Gia Lam district, Bac Ninh province, the same hometown and related to the painter Le Thi Luu), his father was a merchant and wealthy landowner. Mai Thao absorbed his mother’s love of literature from Bac Ninh. As a child, he studied at a village school, went to Nam Dinh high school and then Hanoi (studied at Do Huu Vi school, later Chu Van An). In 1945, he followed the school to Hung Yen. When the war broke out in 1946, the family evacuated from Hanoi to Con market, in the “House of the Salt Water Region”, from then on Mai Thao left home to Thanh Hoa to join the resistance, wrote for newspapers, participated in art troupes traveling everywhere from Lien Khu Ba, Lien Khu Tu to the Viet Bac resistance zone. This period left a deep mark on his literature. In 1951, Mai Thao abandoned the resistance and went into the city to do business. In 1954, he migrated to the South. He wrote short stories for the newspapers Dan Chu, Lua Viet, and Nguoi Viet. He was the editor-in-chief of the newspapers Sang Tao (1956), Nghe Thuat (1965), and from 1974, he oversaw the Van newspaper. He participated in the literature and art programs of radio stations in Saigon from 1960 to 1975. On December 4, 1977, Mai Thao crossed the sea. After 7 days and nights at sea, the boat arrived at Pulau Besar, Malaysia. In early 1978, he was sponsored by his brother to go to the United States. Shortly after, he collaborated with Thanh Nam’s Dat Moi newspaper and several other overseas newspapers. In July 1982, he republished the Van magazine, and was editor-in-chief until 1996, when due to health problems, he handed it over to Nguyen Xuan Hoang; Two years later he died in Santa Ana, California on January 10, 1998.

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.