Show me your wrenched out heartI want to hold it in my clingy clawsI want to bite down on the fleshy fibersAs the blood drips down my gullet Give me your innocent eyesI want to see what the esse entailsSlurping down the milky messSavoring all your scene things My loveContinue Reading
This isn’t a love poem. It’s something else entirely.This isn’t a love poem: it’s a sunny afternoon with us airing our grief in the city park. This isn’t a love poem. It’s that time you couldn’t stop staring at me rain soaked after we ran to the car, and theContinue Reading
Sufficiently bilingual and completely broke, I was finally back in my native Germany.After having spent an entire year as an “Au Pair” in London, UK, to mold my school English into an employable skill, I was still not all done with my language studies.My next step was to add French,Continue Reading
It’s been on my desk since I started this job, that framedprint of the selfie we took in Times Square –September 2010, our first date – the Golden Arches,and the red stripes of TGI Fridays behind us,me in a light-yellow shirt, you in a turquoise scarf and anecklace you stillContinue Reading
Nam Hoang Tran is a writer and visual artist based in Orlando, FL. His work appears or is forthcoming in Posit, Bending Genres, Midway Journal, BlazeVOX, New Delta Review, Diode, and elsewhere. Find him online at www.namhtran.com.Continue Reading
All my life, I waited for lovelike pineapple. Sopping bites,hair bristling on skin, tangyand biting. I waited for the nibble on my tongue.It never came. You came,and you were oxygen. You were misting rain,not tidal waves. All my life,I watched my father hail,and I bent towards blue. How to knowContinue Reading
I am whispering in the room of my heart.Do you hear me? When my skull tingles,When you cook eggs in the morning,When I wake in the night and you’re still asleep but your hand reaches for my thigh anyway?When we kiss in the parking lot and someone whistles and IContinue Reading
Uneven planks, calloused wood weathered by nor’easterslead over the Atlantic, sand sharks below graze for chumthe bar at the end of the pier is a centerpiece for Budweiser and Hank Williamswhile cloggers shimmy to “Mustang Sally” for the third time of the evening. Those who fish huddle near the benchesContinue Reading
Nam Hoang Tran is a writer and visual artist based in Orlando, FL. His work appears or is forthcoming in Posit, Bending Genres, Midway Journal, BlazeVOX, New Delta Review, Diode, and elsewhere. Find him online at www.namhtran.com.Continue Reading
Nam Hoang Tran is a writer and visual artist based in Orlando, FL. His work appears or is forthcoming in Posit, Bending Genres, Midway Journal, BlazeVOX, New Delta Review, Diode, and elsewhere. Find him online at www.namhtran.com.Continue Reading
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