Duy Quang Mai Duy Quang Mai i(16842851 works by) (a.k.a. Quang Mai)
Gender: Male
Visitor assertion
Heritage: Vietnamese
The material on this page is available to AustLit subscribers. If you are a subscriber or are from a subscribing organisation, please log in to gain full access. To explore options for subscribing to this unique teaching, research, and publishing resource for Australian culture and storytelling, please contact us or find out more.

Works By

Preview all
1 The Act of Water i "& we thought american, european atlantic", Duy Quang Mai , 2020 single work poetry
— Appears in: Writing Water 2020;
1 That Year, My Mother Taught Me What Hands Are For i "i know some days the light hums through the window. crouching", Duy Quang Mai , 2020 single work poetry
— Appears in: Rabbit , no. 29 2020; (p. 22-24)
1 y separately published work icon Journals To Duy Quang Mai , Redfern : Sydney Story Factory , 2019 18585834 2019 selected work poetry Second chapbook produced by Duy Quang Mai as part of the Sydney Story Factory's Year of Poetry program.
1 In This Letter, I Can Finally Grammar Yourself into a Poem Duy Quang Mai , 2019 single work poetry
— Appears in: Overland , Summer no. 237 2019; (p. 64)
1 Storying i "– for two tigers and a lion instead of punctuation marks", Duy Quang Mai , 2019 single work poetry
— Appears in: Cordite Poetry Review , 15 August no. 92 2019;
1 /təˈdeɪ/ i "Heart. I’m here thinking back to the summer hours", Duy Quang Mai , 2019 single work poetry
— Appears in: The Lifted Brow , June no. 42 2019; (p. 67)
1 Along the Airport Hughway, The Sky Seared Singed i "i always imagine how it ends", Duy Quang Mai , 2019 single work poetry
— Appears in: The Lifted Brow , June no. 42 2019; (p. 66)
1 The Bathtub i "instead, the poem begins when", Duy Quang Mai , 2019 single work poetry
— Appears in: The Lifted Brow , June no. 42 2019; (p. 65)
1 y separately published work icon Homeward Duy Quang Mai , Redfern : Sydney Story Factory , 2018 18584380 2018 selected work poetry

'In this chapbook, Duy Quang has tried to build a threshold that leads to the questions of belonging, internal loss and coming-of-age identity. Each page is tender, sometimes cutting with confessions. But all combined, will hopefully beat your way somewhere soft with light. These poems encase several types of homes, the physical ones, the rib-shed ones. To read them is easy.

'You just have to turn the doorknobs. Then enter.'

Source: Publisher's blurb.
X