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  • Ngoc Thuan Anh Huynh

    I am Ngoc Thuan Anh Huynh, a Sydney-based Vietnamese writer, poet, and student. Inspired by my identity journey and studies in Psychology and Counselling, my works have been highlighting queer romance, yearning, grief, and pondering on life in both Vietnamese and English. "Pines to write and yearns for fun" is my current motto

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Touch

They talked about coffee for five minutes. “Espresso” and “mocha” rolled off their lips – dry and pale the way the winter grounds are – in harmony, disappearing into the wind – the relentlessly cold wind.   After a while, the discussion shifted into something sweeter,...

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Touch

They talked about coffee for five minutes. “Espresso” and “mocha” rolled off their lips – dry and pale the way the winter grounds are – in harmony, disappearing into the wind – the relentlessly cold wind.   After a while, the discussion shifted into something sweeter,...