Vietnam Museum of Literature, Hanoi A thousand years pass in the blink of an eye. Nhân Tông, Buddha King, poet king your people still reme...

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  Last week, at 4 AM the whole neighborhood started awake. Lightning stalked Doi Suthep's flanks so bright, it was like a meteor. Thunde...

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  Tea is a chestnut horse with a steam-grey mane. It’s a mountainside rippling bright green in the breeze, folded into a blue box with eleph...

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I’ve replaced my morning coffee with a cup of oolong tea. Plain oolong. Oolong with lemon. Go-getter coffee that I drank for work replaced w...

  I praise the Mae Ping because she has swallowed thunder. Because she carries the breath of mountains as far as the sea. Because kingfisher...

  In the street, puddles grow and merge like the Red Sea preparing to swallow Pharoah. Motorcyclists zip by in candy-colored slickers. Who i...

  a thousand-hooved herd trampling over the rooftops monsoon rains approach   Books Available Dervish Lions The Day of My First Driving Le...

Broken clouds and shattered thunder fill the sky. A stormy night. Sheets of rain are torn asunder by the wind that raids and plunders, scatt...

Altogether brighter, not the somber green of conifers. Broad leaves, fig and frangipani, Indian almond, pinnate, monkey-pod and Madagascar f...

  The sky is grey and hides the sun, there is no wind, the air is still. The promised rain has not yet come. In blazing summer, we would shu...

  The moose is still there, fifty-plus years later, raising its antlered head before a backdrop of painted water and taiga pines. Behind gla...

  I’ve done a lot, and left undone the rest, I lost some races, but I won the rest. The day-sky fades to twilight castle-clouds, Even the ti...

  Hush, little baby, don't say a word Papa's asylum case will not be heard. And if asylum won't be given Papa’s gonna go to dete...

Well, you know that every castle’s built on shifting sand. Your certainties must turn to melting snow and spill like water from your empty h...

  My baby left me, I can’t break her spell She moved in down at the Cat Hotel. My baby left me, everyone knows She made her home at the Cati...