Bryan Thao Worra

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

Bryan Thao Worra Poems

41. What Tomorrow Takes Away 11/14/2017
42. Swallowing The Moon 11/14/2017
43. Moon Crossing Bone 7/29/2013
44. Middle Path 7/13/2012
45. Surprises In America 7/13/2012
46. Golden Triangle, Holy Mountain 7/13/2012
47. Padaek 7/13/2012
48. Ba 7/29/2013
49. New Myths Of A Northern Land 7/13/2012
50. Our Dinner With Cluster Bombs 7/13/2012
51. Aliens 7/29/2013
52. E Pluribus Unum 7/13/2012
53. No Regrets 7/13/2012
54. A Crime In Xieng Khouang 7/29/2013

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A Crime In Xieng Khouang

Someone stole my boots from
A Phonsavan porch
Around dinner time
In the dark.

I suspect it was my tour guide-
The one who trained to be a diplomat,
Whose future drained away
With the American departure.

When I first bought them,
The box proclaimed they were
“Hard To Kill”
And by extension, I assume,
So was I, though there were no
written words to that effect.
Forty dollars is a good price
But it‟s nearly a year‟s pay
In these parts.

I should have known
New American boots
In an Asian size
Don‟t come by often ...

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Tom Mak Hung

We think them plentiful, like jumping shrimp and tiny crabs:
These mak hung, these chilies, the base for padaek.
The mouth waters with even a mention.

Every heart of Laos knows it well.
Cross oceans and mountains, battlefield and basement,
Oz or Kyrgyzstan, Modesto or Nashville, Phoenix or Pakse.

Meet anyone who can say sabaidee or a word of passa lao.

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