Bryan Thao Worra

Rookie - 203 Points (01/01/1973 / Vientiane, Laos)

Bryan Thao Worra Poems

1. Mon 7/13/2012
2. A Familiar Dance 7/13/2012
3. Kinnaly 7/13/2012
4. Our Brave New World 7/13/2012
5. Khao Jai 7/13/2012
6. April Reflection 7/13/2012
7. Notes Regarding The Living Heart 7/13/2012
8. Laab 7/13/2012
9. Tom Mak Hung 7/13/2012
10. Aftermaths 7/13/2012
11. Jaew 7/13/2012
12. The Spirit Catches You And You Get Body Slammed 7/13/2012
13. One Day 7/13/2012
14. What Is The Southeast Asian American Poem Of Tomorrow? 7/13/2012
15. Departures 7/13/2012
16. Hmong Market At Luang Prabang 7/13/2012
17. Nam 7/13/2012
18. Phonsavan 7/13/2012
19. Democracia 7/13/2012
20. Leuk Lao 7/13/2012
21. Nerakhoon 7/13/2012
22. Phaeng Mae 7/13/2012
23. At Home 7/13/2012
24. Laos In The House 7/13/2012
25. Khop Jai For Nothing, Falangs 7/13/2012
26. On A Stairway In Luang Prabang 7/13/2012
27. Sao Lao 7/29/2013
28. In The Beginning 7/29/2013
29. Ink: A Recipe 7/29/2013
30. Dreamonstration 7/29/2013
31. The National Library Of Laos 7/29/2013
32. Recovery 7/29/2013
33. What Kills A Man 7/29/2013
34. Recovering From War 7/29/2013
35. Planting 7/29/2013
36. Her Body, My Monuments 7/29/2013
37. Boun 7/29/2013
38. Imperious 7/29/2013
39. Burning Eden One Branch At A Time 11/14/2017
40. To An Old Tune 11/14/2017

Comments about Bryan Thao Worra

  • Leon Hartley (11/14/2017 6:59:00 PM)

    Bryan, great poetry. Thank you.

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Best Poem of Bryan Thao Worra

Our Dinner With Cluster Bombs

Our pilot packs a Makarov
Flying into the outskirts
Of the old province capitol
Long since delivered to kingdom come.

It‟s bleak, this once-thriving home of ours
Now just a pile of broken jars
Serenading the paint chips and charred spars
Of the human spirit.

Our hotel is ringed with bomb-tails
And inert Browning machine guns from distant days
Of immolation.

It‟s all the rage in décor.

The markets of carcass thrive because
There is no refrigeration to speak of:
Power fails them here, except from 5 to 11
When coincidentally, the ...

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April Reflection

April begins as a joke in a house of children:
A surprise, a word, a laugh if we‟re lucky.
There are still bills and taxes and poems ahead, at least in America.

With a sabaidee we say hello to a new year,
La kawn to yesterday and the many mornings before.
The flowers begin to bloom, the rain and wind are welcome.

There are so many places to go these days,

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