'Mr Thanh, originally of Saigon, conducted his camp-wide rat pogrom so thoroughly that the kids were reduced to throwing rocks at each other.'
Mr Thanh, originally of Saigon, conducted his camp-wide rat pogrom so thoroughly that the kids were reduced to throwing rocks at each other. Some boys got beaned, and Mr Thanh, the most responsible Viet I knew in the Bidong Island refugee camp, blamed himself and went around shelter to shelter, apol…
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Ben Mauk on the West’s longstanding love of missiles, drones, bombs and nukes.
‘I read your love poem, / a failure.’
Two poems by Lan Lan, translated by Diana Shi and George O’Connell.
