Dang Huy Poems

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My life
is poetry
and chill
I do not drink... more »

Smoking In The Cold

Crying children
aren't so big
in the emergency
No one wants to die... more »

Camel

I remember when
we took you from your
house
raped you for hours... more »

The Door Creaks

A smallish child sits in
the stalling hinges of a painted door
through weathered passage has been soundly
floored... more »

Tinh

She matches me

—confrontation at a glance ‘n
passing in that gaze residing under—... more »

The Outlaw

These are lovely things we leave
behind

collecting dust, and careful-tucked... more »

Preacher

A colorful display of poverty
congeals in the city I remember, surprisingly oblivious
where a fickle sort of beauty dangles like a cord
and key in tightened throats of meager folk.... more »

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