When affectionate relations exist between members of a family, each one is confident of being able to call on the others for support. In a similar way, we must constantly remind ourselves of the oneness of humanity. His Holiness the 14th Dalai Lama
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Lost
If we haven’t gone on the quest to find out who we are then we are lost. Finding ourselves is the first step in our evolution.
© Norma Bobb-Semple 2022
Bringin’ the Pain
Now I’ve been crying lately
Thinkin’ about the world as it is
Why must we go on hating?
Why can’t we live in bliss?
Cat Stevens/Yusuf Islam, “Peace Train”, 1971
Before I get into the real purpose of this post, I want to recommend an absolutely remarkable episode of television. If you’re able to watch the medical drama New Amsterdam (my favorite show, BTW) on demand, catch the episode that just aired this week, titled, “Maybe Tomorrow.” (Season 5, Episode 7) It is unforgettable.
I’ve been really struggling with writing this one, y’all.
There’s been a cloud of self-doubt hanging over me about this blog. I’ve been asking myself, should I keep writing? Do I have anything of value left to say? (Assuming I ever did.) Will anybody read it? Will it make a bit of difference in the whole scheme of things?
And then I recall a comment I…
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KEITH WILSON SAYS…
Election noise making
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Tặng người tự do

“Tưởng rằng đã quên…” những ký ức ném vào thùng rác khi tôi còn ngơ ngác nuôi những gì gọi là hạnh phúc (thật sự). Sự ác tụ trong những anh hùng tù giữa bốn bức tường thánh thiện cao hơn tầm mắt người. Còn tôi, đần độn mãi. Tôi sợ. Tôi còn sợ? Tại sao tôi sợ?
Lục ra từ đống rác một khúc nhớ, gói lại trong bàn tay, nhe nhẹ thắt gọn bằng tơ phút. Tôi tặng người tự do.
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“Thought, it has been forgotten…” the memories thrown out with the garbage when I was still ignorant enough to nurture all that is called (real) happiness. Cruelty resides in heroes imprisoned amidst four walls of virtue beyond the human eye. As for me, stupid forever. I’ve been afraid. I’m still afraid? Why am I still afraid?
Fishing out from the trash a piece of recall, wrapping…
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Nha Trang

The silence is the soothing suspended time in a pocket which 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.
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Why am I so changeable?
Why am I so changeable? I change my face I change my place I change the state of my fate. Why such a mundane insignificant query? Ask me why the water is green The Sun so mean Time taking away my sheen. Ask me why the sky is blue Why won't you Why won't you stay true? Why, why, why you ask. Think. Maybe I don't want to be found I prefer darkness black and sound. Inward bound. July 12, 2020

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.
Tear it all up — Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm

Sydney Olympic Park, Australia TEAR IT ALL UP Tear it all up Put it all through the shredder Throw it all in a furnace To be sure, take a hammer to it Let it be ash, gravel, dust Set it free in the wind See it drift to the sea To be sure set it […]
Tear it all up — Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm

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