Out of the Margins

You’d think the fell they monged would be / day’s cut, mountain ash & red gum, hard / lumber sluiced down the river named / Falls, over the falls named Dight...

Im Lặng – Silence

Our bodies like empty vases / Each in our own corner / Covering faces with hands / Each crying alone in our own hearts... Chiếc bình thân thể rỗng / Mỗi người đứng một góc / Tự ôm lấy mặt mình / Lẻ loi riêng mình khóc...
My counselor asked me if I’ve had any traumatic experiences lately. This was 12 minutes into our first meeting, after he asked me to rate my happiness, on a scale from one to ten.
He bought a convenience store instead. It belonged to an Indian man who would light incense every morning with his palms pressed firmly together, bowing his head not in front of pictures of his deceased grandparents like we do but in front of the cash register.

Speaking in English

Our conversations are limited to my third-grade level comprehension so I can tell you to eat your dinner and drink your milk or to change your clothes, but we cannot discuss the difference between inductive and deductive reasoning. We don't talk about where you go after death because I don't know the word for heaven or how to explain reincarnation.
who / deserves a perfect night, you in reverse / i will see us aged in reverse in Calauit Island / safari park the mid-resort of life upon life / quietly underneath