Since You’ve Been Gone

Since You’ve Been Gone

To M. and the memories we shared. Since you’ve been gone, I don’t even know if I’m outside more or if I’m just staying inside and imagine that I’m still on the outside. I visited the café at the corner – they’ve just opened; the menus are all new and the chairs are made of […]

Chapter 18: The Diary of Hai the Reaper

Chapter 18: The Diary of Hai the Reaper

The following events are collected from Pham Van Hai’s diary, which is considered an important piece of evidence for the case. Judging from the content of the diary, the investigators in charge of the case firmly believe that he was the partner in crime of Nguyen Van Nha and acted as the main culprit in […]

Letter to M., #4

Dearest M., Do forgive me for putting these words into verses Which will just complicate things and None of us will want to see; but M. Is there anything on this Earth that is ever Complicated? Dearest M., I had a dream. I don’t even know if it was about the me and you Or […]

One Sentence Story #1

You said you liked my hair, so I shaved it.

#pretend

#pretend

You say when you are walking out the door that you will be back home when the tide hit the shore and honey, I don’t know if I should believe in you or if I should believe in the Schrodinger’s cat: fearing the tomorrow that you may or may not come home to where I […]

Freeze the Time

Freeze the Time

To my unknown lover. I want to freeze the time, I say, one evening in May as you walk out the front door. You put your coat on, one shoe on your right foot and one shoe is falling off. How, you fumble with the broken clasp, frustrated and angry and I don’t know at […]

Eyes for A Lover

Eyes for A Lover

Đời em đã khép đi vội vàngTình ta cùng lấp lối thiên đàngNhư cánh chim khuất ngàn, như cánh chim khuất ngàn Mắt Lệ Cho Người Tình, Từ Công Phụng On the sleepless nights and the gramophone of old age and pains and tears and sufferings keeps on pouring out these soft, sorrowful tunes into […]

#conversation starter

#conversation starter

You asked me over the phone if I had been well, and if I had been able to get over my eating disorder. You didn’t specify exactly which type of eating disorder because we both know better than diving deep into the matter at hand. I asked you about your loneliness, your job as a […]

Letter to M., #3

Dearest, dearest M., I hope you are well. And all the other hopes? You have already known them, thus, I will refrain from saying. Or writing. My country is fine. My parents are fine. I am fine. Or at least, that’s what everyone wants to believe. You know, M., during the little time I had […]

Letter to M., II

Letter to M., II

Dearest M., I trust that these letters are still lying under their 8-feet grave of silence and ignorance. Or else, what’s the point of me writing them. Recently, I’m obsessed with Albert Camus’s “The Myth of Sisyphus” in the most literal sense of the word (and the literal meaning of it, in my sense, is […]