(death passed by tonight I invited him in for coffee he refused fearing sleeplessness instead we drank together hot chocolate and sat listening to night rain I could hear my father singing in echoes and I saw him in blinding flashes of lightening then gone it will stop raining tomorrow I said to death but could not hear his reply I repeated it will stop raining tomorrow again no reply I turned and death had already left night still raining I open my hands to grasp one drop...
(translation by Tạ Duy Bình & Kaitlin Rees) -- photo by Dominic Blewett