An e-book review copy of a book of Lao American speculative poetry first published in 2007. Does not feature the introduction by Barbara Jane Reyes in this version.
ISAAC AND REBEKAH
Romance and Regrets .
CHAPTER XIV
ESAU
The Man of Field and Flame
CHAPTER XV
ESAU
The Man loaded with Mischief
CHAPTER XVI
JACOB
The Smooti-l^ian
■CHAPTER XVII
JACOB
The Bargainer
CHAPTER XVIII
JACOB
The Prince . . . . ... 173
CHAPTER XIX
JOSEPH
The Wide-awake Dreamer ^ . . .187
CHAPTER XX
JOSEPH
The Two Pits . . . . . . 1S7
CHAPTER XXI
JOSEPH
Captive in “The Hole” . . . -194
CHAPTER XXII
JOSEPH
Premier and Food Controller . . .201
CHAPTER XXIII
JOSEPH
Greatheart’s Revenge of Love . . . 209
An e-book review copy of a book of Lao American speculative poetry first published in 2007. Does not feature the introduction by Barbara Jane Reyes in this version.
ISAAC AND REBEKAH
Romance and Regrets .
CHAPTER XIV
ESAU
The Man of Field and Flame
CHAPTER XV
ESAU
The Man loaded with Mischief
CHAPTER XVI
JACOB
The Smooti-l^ian
■CHAPTER XVII
JACOB
The Bargainer
CHAPTER XVIII
JACOB
The Prince . . . . ... 173
CHAPTER XIX
JOSEPH
The Wide-awake Dreamer ^ . . .187
CHAPTER XX
JOSEPH
The Two Pits . . . . . . 1S7
CHAPTER XXI
JOSEPH
Captive in “The Hole” . . . -194
CHAPTER XXII
JOSEPH
Premier and Food Controller . . .201
CHAPTER XXIII
JOSEPH
Greatheart’s Revenge of Love . . . 209
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greek gods by rick riordan this books is about all the greek heroes of ancient time the book is described by percy himself it is complete guide for percy jackson very good book
Based on the 'Make your own adventure' type stories, this is an exercise aimed at presenting students with real life scenarios from Darfur. It will be used to teach forced migration and, in particular, obstacles to migration, but could be adapted for other purposes
Have you thought about the unpredictability of life? How it can all change in an instant? Black Love Diary is a short fiction on how fragile our existence is and the pains that come with losing a loved one.
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Based on the 'Make your own adventure' type stories, this is an exercise aimed at presenting students with real life scenarios from Darfur. It will be used to teach forced migration and, in particular, obstacles to migration, but could be adapted for other purposes
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Sample of a book of poems sampling what I've squeezed out of life that past years. Please support self publishing by picking up a copy at Lulu. Thanks, enjoy.
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1
P e b La H e
T e Ne S ea R e
By Langston Hughes (1921)
I e kno n i e :
I e kno n i e ancien a he o ld and olde han he flo of h man blood in h man ein .
My soul has grown deep like the rivers.
I bathed in the Euphrates when dawns were young.
I built my hut near the Congo and it lulled me to sleep.
I looked upon the Nile and raised the pyramids above it.
I heard the singing of the Mississippi when Abe Lincoln en do n o Ne O lean , and I e een
its muddy bosom turn all golden in the sunset.
I e kno n i e :
Ancient, dusky rivers.
My soul has grown deep like the rivers.
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/langston-hughes
2
M e S
By Langston Hughes (1922)
Well, on, I ll ell o :
Life fo me ain been no c al ai .
I had ack in i ,
And splinters,
And boards torn up,
And places with no carpet on the floor
Bare.
But all the time
I e been a-climbin on,
And eachin landin ,
And nin co ne ,
And ome ime goin in he da k
Whe e he e ain been no ligh .
So bo , don o n back.
Don o e do n on he e
Ca e o find i kinde ha d.
Don o fall no
Fo I e ill goin , hone ,
I e ill climbin ,
And life fo me ain been no c al ai .
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/langston-hughes
3
I, T
By Langston Hughes (1925)
I, too, sing America.
I am the darker brother.
They send me to eat in the kitchen
When company comes,
But I laugh,
And eat well,
And grow strong.
Tomorrow,
I ll be a he able
When company comes.
Nobod ll da e
Say to me,
Ea in he ki chen,
Then.
Besides,
The ll ee ho bea if l I am
And be ashamed
I, too, am America.
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/langston-hughes
4
T e Wea B e
By Langston Hughes (1925)
Droning a drowsy syncopated tune,
Rocking back and forth to a mellow croon,
I heard a Negro play.
Down on Lenox Avenue the other night
By the pale dull pallor of an old gas light
He did a lazy sway. . . .
He did a lazy sway. . . .
To he ne o ho e Wea Bl e .
With his ebony hands on each ivory key
He made that poor piano moan with melody.
O Blues!
Swaying to and fro on his rickety stool
He played that sad raggy tune like a musical fool.
Sweet Blues!
Coming f om a black man o l.
O Blues!
In a deep song voice with a melancholy tone
I heard that Negro sing, that old piano moan
Ain go nobod in all hi o ld,
Ain go nobod b ma elf.
I g ine o i ma f o nin
And ma o ble on he helf.
Thump, thump, thump, went his foot on the floor.
He played a few chords then he sang some more
I go he Wea Bl es
And I can be a i fied.
Got the Weary Blues
And can be a i fied
I ain ha no mo
And I i h ha I had died.
And far into the night he crooned that tune.
The stars went out and so did the moon.
The singer stopped playing and went to bed
While the Weary Blues echoed through his head.
He le like a ock o a man ha dead.
https://www.poetryfoundat ...
1
P e b La H e
T e Ne S ea R e
By Langston Hughes (1921)
I e kno n i e :
I e kno n i e ancien a he o ld and olde han he flo of h man blood in h man ein .
My soul has grown deep like the rivers.
I bathed in the Euphrates when dawns were young.
I built my hut near the Congo and it lulled me to sleep.
I looked upon the Nile and raised the pyramids above it.
I heard the singing of the Mississippi when Abe Lincoln en do n o Ne O lean , and I e een
its muddy bosom turn all golden in the sunset.
I e kno n i e :
Ancient, dusky rivers.
My soul has grown deep like the rivers.
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/langston-hughes
2
M e S
By Langston Hughes (1922)
Well, on, I ll ell o :
Life fo me ain been no c al ai .
I had ack in i ,
And splinters,
And boards torn up,
And places with no carpet on the floor
Bare.
But all the time
I e been a-climbin on,
And eachin landin ,
And nin co ne ,
And ome ime goin in he da k
Whe e he e ain been no ligh .
So bo , don o n back.
Don o e do n on he e
Ca e o find i kinde ha d.
Don o fall no
Fo I e ill goin , hone ,
I e ill climbin ,
And life fo me ain been no c al ai .
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/langston-hughes
3
I, T
By Langston Hughes (1925)
I, too, sing America.
I am the darker brother.
They send me to eat in the kitchen
When company comes,
But I laugh,
And eat well,
And grow strong.
Tomorrow,
I ll be a he able
When company comes.
Nobod ll da e
Say to me,
Ea in he ki chen,
Then.
Besides,
The ll ee ho bea if l I am
And be ashamed
I, too, am America.
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/langston-hughes
4
T e Wea B e
By Langston Hughes (1925)
Droning a drowsy syncopated tune,
Rocking back and forth to a mellow croon,
I heard a Negro play.
Down on Lenox Avenue the other night
By the pale dull pallor of an old gas light
He did a lazy sway. . . .
He did a lazy sway. . . .
To he ne o ho e Wea Bl e .
With his ebony hands on each ivory key
He made that poor piano moan with melody.
O Blues!
Swaying to and fro on his rickety stool
He played that sad raggy tune like a musical fool.
Sweet Blues!
Coming f om a black man o l.
O Blues!
In a deep song voice with a melancholy tone
I heard that Negro sing, that old piano moan
Ain go nobod in all hi o ld,
Ain go nobod b ma elf.
I g ine o i ma f o nin
And ma o ble on he helf.
Thump, thump, thump, went his foot on the floor.
He played a few chords then he sang some more
I go he Wea Bl es
And I can be a i fied.
Got the Weary Blues
And can be a i fied
I ain ha no mo
And I i h ha I had died.
And far into the night he crooned that tune.
The stars went out and so did the moon.
The singer stopped playing and went to bed
While the Weary Blues echoed through his head.
He le like a ock o a man ha dead.
https://www.poetryfoundat ...
25 poems by Li-Young Lee1. THE WEIGHT OF SWEETNESS2. Early i.docxtamicawaysmith
25 poems by Li-Young Lee
1. THE WEIGHT OF SWEETNESS
2. Early in the Morning
3. Eating Alone
4. The Gift
5. A Story
6. The Hammock
7. Mnemonic
8. From Blossoms
9. Pillow
10. Mnemonic
11. The Hour and What Is Dead
12. Night Mirror
13. Little Father
14. ONE HEART
15. Station
16. Black Petal
17. From Blossoms
18. A Hymn to Childhood
19. Falling: The Code
20. Nocturne
21. Eating Together
22. I Ask My Mother to Sing
23. This Hour and What Is Dead
24. Immigrant Blues
25. Arise, Go Down
1. THE WEIGHT OF SWEETNESS
No easy thing to bear, the weight of sweetness.
Song, wisdom, sadness. Joy: sweetness
equals three of any of these gravities.
See a peach bend
the branch and strain the stem until
it snaps.
Hold the peach, try the weight, sweetness
and death so round and snug
in your palm.
And, so, there is
The weight of memory:
Windblown, a rain-soaked
bough shakes, showering
the man and the boy.
They shiver in delight,
and the father lifts from his son’s cheek
one green leaf
fallen like a kiss.
The good boy hugs a bag of peaches
his father has entrusted
to him.
Now he follows
his father, who carries a bagful in each arm.
See the look on the boy’s face
as his father moves
faster and farther ahead, while his own steps
flag, and his arms grow weak, as he labors
under the weight
of peaches.
2. Early in the Morning
While the long grain is softening
in the water, gurgling
over a low stove flame, before
the salted Winter Vegetable is sliced
for breakfast, before the birds,
my mother glides an ivory comb
through her hair, heavy
and black as calligrapher’s ink.
She sits at the foot of the bed.
My father watches, listens for
the music of comb
against hair.
My mother combs,
pulls her hair back
tight, rolls it
around two fingers, pins it
in a bun to the back of her head.
For half a hundred years she has done this.
My father likes to see it like this.
He says it is kempt.
But I know
it is because of the way
my mother’s hair falls
when he pulls the pins out.
Easily, like the curtains
when they untie them in the evening.
18. Falling: The Code
1.
Through the night
the apples
outside my window
one by one let go
their branches and
drop to the lawn.
I can’t see, but hear
the stem-snap, the plummet
through leaves, then
the final thump against the ground.
Sometimes two
at once, or one
right after another.
During long moments of silence
I wait
and wonder about the bruised bodies,
the terror of diving through air, and
think I’ll go tomorrow
to find the newly fallen, but they
all look alike lying there
dewsoaked, disappearing before me.
2.
I lie beneath my window listening
to the sound of apples dropping in
the yard, a syncopated code I long to know,
which continues even as I sleep, and dream I know
the meaning of what I hear, each dull
thud of unseen apple-
body, the earth
falling to earth
once and forever, over
and over.
3. Eating Alone
I've pulled the last of the year's young onions.
The garden is bare now. The ...
Rob Auton follows the success of In Heaven The Onions Make You Laugh with a deeper darker, richer collection of his trademark micro stories and poems from the other side. PETROL HONEY features work from the Edinburgh fringe shows (the Yellow Show and the Sky Show) that have earned him cult status and a growing army of fans. PETROL HONEY explores the deeper meaning of the colour yellow, whether Lurpack is available in Heaven, and what happens in a Supermarket when the lights go out. PETROL HONEY introduces us to Nigel who runs the weather and will teach you to sing the Normal Song on the bus. You will never look at the world in the same way again once Rob Auton has taught you how to throw stones into the future.
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1. B e t we e n S o u l s
Poetry by Bryan Thao Worra
1
2. CONTENTS
On a Stairway in Luang Prabang 3
Leuk Lao 4
Surprises in America 5
Khop Jai for Nothing, Falangs 6
Jaew 8
E Pluribus Unum 9
The Spirit Catches You, and You Get Body Slammed 10
Democracia 11
A Wat Is To Temple As To Escape Is To Survive 12
Today’s Special at the Shuang Cheng 13
New Myths of the Northern Land 14
Insomniacafe 15
An Archaeology of Snow Forts 16
Libertree 17
Zhū Bājiè 19
One Day 20
***
About the Author 21
Selected Awards and Recognition, 1991-2011 22
Partial Publications List: 1999-2011 23
Selected Performances, 2005-2011 27
2
3. On a Stairway in Luang Prabang
Step as you will through life,
A thousand ways, a thousand places.
Carry a home in your heart
Or spend years seeking the door
Where your soul will always smile.
Do you ease the way for others,
Or just yourself?
Do you climb great mountains
Just to leave them unchanged?
One day, the heights of holy Phu Si
Will lay as soft valleys.
We, only memories.
But our children’s children?
Will they, too, have reason to smile,
Like those dreaming strangers
Who finished their stairs for us?
3
4. Leuk Lao
We meet on the road
But once and I cannot tell you
In the time we have:
"We are one."
"What's left, what survived, what remains
Of old dreams, old wars, old loves."
We share atomic lives:
Small, brief, unpredictable orbits,
Curious flurries of motion and smiles.
Who you become after I go,
I can only guess
Except by the photos
Of occasional touring strangers
In which I watch you grow,
While you remember an eye,
A camera, a wave goodbye.
4
5. Surprises in America
It took me by surprise that Hitler was a vegetarian.
Rudolf Hess, too.
I remember reading about them as a boy.
I remember the outrage when someone asked us to forgive them
Because the two would pet their dogs before night.
It took me by surprise that "Soldier of Fortune" offered a reward
For Idi Amin.
Paid in gold.
Dead or alive.
It was a lot of money.
What does it say when mercenaries set bounties on tyrants' heads?
It took me by surprise that we weren't always the good guys.
What couldn't we buy in the land of the free?
Why couldn't we go where we weren't welcome?
It struck me by surprise that many people didn't believe
I was an American
When I had lived here all of my life.
(Except for that two-day trip to Toronto.)
If they had told me instead that my mother had died,
I don't think I would have been as surprised.
5
6. Khop Jai for Nothing, Falangs
The bomb popped in his face
While he was digging a fire pit
For his family squatting
On the old mercenary camp
In Xieng Khouang province
So notorious for its UXO.
“They live there for the American plumbing,”
Our host said flatly,
Watching volleyball games by the airstrip.
This was wholly routine.
The ruined grounds were frozen.
Explosives, dormant blooms below
Can be mistaken for ice and rock easily.
And he screamed
The whole while as we loaded
Him into the back of our rickety plane
To Vientiane that
6
7. Lao Aviation picked up from
The Russians when everyone
Thought the Cold War
Was going somewhere.
The California girl on holiday
Was aghast and found it
Quite unscenic.
What a pall on her search for highs.
In Wat Inpaeng,
A monk named Souk
Confided discretely:
“We really hate hippies.”
7
8. Jaew
Goes in hot. Comes out hot.
But this may be more than the casual student
Will want to know.
Mom’s grinding chilies for me in Modesto.
Red, green, a dash of fresh cilantro,
Fermented shrimp sauce and a pinch of salt
Between her mortar and pestle.
Dabbing a sticky ball of khao nhio
Into the tiny ceramic saucer, I know
She’s a sorceress
In her kitchen
Trying to find a way to say
She loves me, hoping my prodigal tongue
Is still Lao enough
To understand what her broken English cannot convey.
My eyes are cisterns of tears after 30 years.
I should say “mak phet” and grab some cold milk
But with a smile through the pain I stammer
“Saep lai, Mae, delicious, Mom.
Saep lai, hak Mae lai lai.”
“Don’t talk, just eat,” she says between her tears.
8
9. E Pluribus Unum
Youa tells me a story over the hot hibachi:
How she went to Laos
To see her lucky sisters
For the first time in two decades,
Since the country has loosened up enough
To let tourists like us in.
“Isn’t it beautiful?” she asks me,
Then says she gave her sister Mayli $50
To help her family.
When Youa returned to the Twin Cities,
She learned her sister had been murdered
For the money
By Mayli’s ex-husband, who’d heard
Of their family reunion
And thought the cash rightfully belonged to him.
“Did you give your relatives anything?”
She asks.
“Yes,” I reply. “$500. But they say they need more
To get to America.”
9
10. The Spirit Catches You,
and You Get Body Slammed
I came to Missoula to ask him
About the inner workings of ua neeb.
To understand the symbolic significance of split horns
And spirit horses who trace their noble smoky path
To turns of an auspicious moon above ancient Qin.
My tape recorder at the ready,
My fountain pen freshly filled with indigo ink,
My ears, my eyes, my heart:
All were humbly waiting for
The wise shaman's words
To impart to the next generation
Of youths who sought this fading voice.
He spoke, and my interpreter said:
"Who's your favorite wrestler?"
I wasn't certain I'd heard properly.
"Grandpa wants to know who your favorite wrestler is."
My interpreter turned back to the shaman, speaking Hmong.
Rising with a stately elder's grace, the shaman confidently said:
"Randy Macho Man Savage!" and struck a macho pose.
Smiling, he then offered me a cup of hot coffee.
I was too stunned to say anything more
For the rest of the afternoon.
Years later, I still have dreams of shining Shee Yee
Smashing writhing demons into blue turnbuckles,
Watching next to a hundred smiling shamans in the audience.
10
11. Democracia
Father was a tiger
Ground beneath the wheels
His fat was burned to light a torch
But there’s no liberty here
Only the ashes of the village
That couldn’t evolve
Where ghost grandchildren play with ghost grandparents
And the parents are nowhere to be seen at all.
Where have they gone? Where have they gone?
A delay of a day for an idea, a delay of a lifetime
for the dead upon the ground.
Look, what remains-
This hut hasn’t the ambition of Ozymandias
These craters were once a rice field
This ox was no man’s enemy
And what we have left to say could explode any minute.
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12. A Wat Is To Temple
As To Escape Is To Survive
Among the many stone Buddhas
A young monk's almond eyes stood out
A bare-headed boy, slender and serene
Clad in saffron, caught seconds before the next prayer
Walking towards nirvana with a precocious smile
I wondered if someday
in a distant century
we would see
a statue of him
paving the way
for my children.
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13. Today’s Special at the Shuang Cheng
Coated in caramelized salt:
the suckers of a squid tendril
diced into impotence
between my chopsticks
and baked
they once clutched
at an ocean
writhing with life
holding on to each precious bite.
What will worms use
to hold my bony hands
if i don't let them
throw me into the
sea
a handful of dust
with a hint of squid flavoring.
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14. New Myths of the Northern Land
“Dream,” I said,
“Aren’t you tired of making new legends
That no one but I ever hears?”
“Bones,” she said,
“Aren’t you ever tired of asking questions
That only I can answer?”
I went back to bed,
Waiting for the new king to arrive,
His talking mirror filled
With dire pronouncements of flame.
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15. Insomniacafe
If God with his hundred sacred names
must caper about
like a young child full of infinity
hiding among a blade of field grass,
grey cathedral cornerstones
or the wizened hands of a stranger in Calcutta
overcome with kindness
in a cosmic game
of peek-a-boo,
how can he hold a grudge
against those honest enough to say
"I don't know if I've really seen him lately?"
Lording over a cup of cappuccino
like an Italian monk on watch at midnight,
I wonder briefly if the faithful will have to sit
in a corner of paradise for a while
for perjury.
With another sip,
eyes wide as Daruma
or some crazed cartoon cat,
I wonder if I'll ever get to sleep this way...
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16. An Archaeology of Snow Forts
There’s not much left to be said
That some well-washed stone hasn’t heard before.
History is composed of broken walls and bad neighbors,
Just ask these chips from Berlin, the Parthenon and Cathay
Or these cool magma hands of Pompeii, dark and grey.
If you listen carefully in the right place
On University Avenue, you will learn
There is a minor wall near the Yalu River
Dancing on the hills of Qin for the moon,
Who knows exactly what I mean
In every tongue worth mention.
She’s moonlighting as a curved garden serpent
Coiling around old Laocoon,
The Suspicious One with his astute eye,
Crooning with a sly wink,
“Come, touch true history.”
And how the moon must laugh when she spies
The tiniest hill in Minnetonka,
Where the small hands of the earth have erected
A magnificent white wall,
A snowy miniature Maginot
Raised some scant hours before,
Already melting into a hungry, roiling river
Who is not yet finished eating Louisiana for brunch.
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17. Libertree
The tree of liberty devours the loyal
Grinding them between burning flag teeth and a ton of open doors.
Blue lakes formed in the footprints of Babe
While the trail of tears formed a bloody river.
Washington had a thing for breaking cherry trees and raising hemp
That was good for strong ropes to bind us all together
In a frenetic world of neckties and necessities.
No one knows the names of Afghan heroes or Hmong veterans
Whose fathers raised opium crops now littered with landmines.
Few can tell you where Russia is, even after fifty years
Of cold wars in tropical nations they “never vacationed in, personally.”
They would be unable to tell you how many of our allies are
In an impossible debt, negotiating a cost-effective betrayal.
But they can tell you about "Friends" and Miss October.
Miscellaneous documents outlining
Illiterate farmers with $200 anti-tank weapons
Have surfaced to air our missile mania,
A culture where no one sees the irony
Of naming a million-dollar cruise missile
After a tomahawk, while defanged reservations cope
With under-funded schools.
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18. People laugh as immigrants report stories of American giants
Who press you beneath their green thumbs stained with dollars
When it's time to eat.
Cannibalized ideas and epics lay exhausted, scattered apple-seeds
In urban canyons formed by alien policies of war and leverage.
And a great love of sequels.
Half of the nation has never seen an orchard,
Only the recycled city papers
They are being ignored in as usual.
Somehow, the Cubans managed to preserve
The purity of baseball and cigars
While we still can't imagine the rules to Canadian curling,
Despite our open borders.
And strangely, when a laughing yellow cab driver
Who was a former engineer from Iraq tells me about
US chemical weapons and acid rain,
I'm just not as surprised as I wish I could be.
His last words rang like a cracked bell outside
Of a smoking capitol of conspiracies:
"When there's a new war, watch.
A refreshing new ethnic restaurant will open in your neighborhood soon…”
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19. Zhū Bājiè
Tian Peng Yuan Shuai was
The honored Grand Admiral of 800,000,
Marshall of the Heavenly River.
Under his proud hand,
The enemies of the empire met doom by sea,
Sinking beyond eye and history, or dying in mud, forgotten mayflies.
To each their duty. Names for the victorious only.
What his foes fought and died for, their societies of tools and song,
Could be of no concern. Only tomorrow and blood, blade and command.
For centuries there were no Chinese autobiographies.
Only their commentaries on the words of war and state
Applied.
Paper and ink were holy here.
All he truly saw, lost in the bureaucracy of testimonies.
During his final peach banquet among the heavens, Chang’e,
Goddess of the moon,
Was a beauteous guest before the splendors he preserved.
Who would not be a fool before her?
Who would not risk all for her attentions?
To her, he was just another drunken butcher the empress rebuked.
In apology, the admiral, abashed, resigned.
To earth descending, to be a better legend.
Later on some savage isle,
The Lord of the Flies makes a meal of a boar’s head,
Knowing nothing of Tian Peng Yuan Shuai,
The lives he ended or the lives he led.
One December morning,
A poet waits for April in Minneapolis
Thinking of a pretty girl, a moon, a pig.
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20. One Day
Mother-in-law threw out the paper plate
I wrote a poem on.
“What was it doing there in the first place?”
Was her first question.
The next was: “How good could it be,
If it fit on just one?”
Too late, the trash-man has come by
Leaving behind only an empty bin.
Breakfast today was a McDonald’s McMuffin,
Her treat,
As she eyed my wrapper suspiciously
Between bites.
How delicious it was!
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21. About the Author
Bryan Thao Worra was born in 1973 in Laos during the Laotian
civil war. He came to the US at six months old, adopted by a civilian
pilot flying in Laos. Today, Bryan Thao Worra has a unique impact
on contemporary art and literature within the Lao, Hmong,
Asian American and the transcultural adoptee communities,
particularly in the Midwest. In 2003, Thao Worra reunited with
his biological family after 30 years during his first return to Laos.
An award-winning poet, short story writer, playwright and essayist, his prolific work
appears internationally in numerous anthologies, magazines and newspapers, including
Bamboo Among the Oaks, Kartika Review, Tales of the Unanticipated, Astropoetica, Illumen
Outsiders Within, Innsmouth Free Press, Quarterly Literary Review Singapore, Hyphen, Bakka,
Whistling Shade, Journal of the Asian American Renaissance, and Asian American Press.
He is the author of the books BARROW, On the Other Side of the Eye and Winter Ink.
In 2009 he received an NEA Fellowship In Literature. Thao Worra curated numerous readings and
exhibits of Lao and Hmong American art including Legacies of War: Refugee Nation Twin Cities
(2010), Emerging Voices (2002), The 5 Senses Show (2002), Lao’d and Clear (2003), Giant Lizard
Theater (2005), Re:Generations (2005), and The Un-Named Series (2007).
He speaks nationally at colleges, schools and community institutions including the Loft Literary
Center, Intermedia Arts, the Center for Independent Artists and the Minneapolis Institute of Art.
He has worked as an arts and cultural contractor for the Minnesota Historical Society, the
Hennepin County Library System, the Council on Asian Pacific Minnesotans, and the
Minnesota State Arts Board.
Thao Worra is working on his next books and several personal projects to reconnect expatriate
Lao artists and writers with their contemporary counterparts in Laos following over 35 years of
isolation.
You can visit him online at http://thaoworra.blogspot.com or e-mail thaoworra@gmail.com
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22. Selected Awards and Recognition, 1991-2011
2011 Minnesota State Arts Board Artist Initiative .
2010 Literacy Award, Lao Professionals of Illinois.
2009 National Endowment for the Arts, Fellowship in Literature for Poetry.
2009 Asian Pacific Leadership Award, State Council on Asian Pacific Minnesotans.
2008 Artists Initiative Grant, Minnesota State Arts Board.
2007 Career Initiative Grant, Loft Literary Center.
2005 Minnesota State Arts Board Cultural Collaboration Award with Mali Kouanchao.
2002 Minnesota Playwrights Center Many Voices Artist-In-Residence.
1994 Otterbein College Quiz and Quill Poetry Contest, First and Third Place.
1994 Otterbein College Quiz and Quill Walter Lowre Barnes Short Story Contest, First Place.
1994 Otterbein College Quiz and Quill Roy Burkhart Religious Poetry Contest, Second Place.
1993 Otterbein College Quiz and Quill Personal Essay Contest, First Place.
1993 Otterbein College Quiz and Quill Roy Burkhart Religious Poetry Contest, Second Place.
1991-1992 Otterbein College Quiz and Quill Poetry Contest, Second Place.
1991 James E. Casey Memorial Scholarship.
1991 Otterbein College Ammons-Thomas Award.
1991 National Honor Society Debra Kolander Service Scholarship, Saline High School.
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23. Partial Publications List: 1999-2011
Books
BARROW, Sam’s Dot Publishing, 2009
Tanon Sai Jai, Silosoth Publishing, 2009
Winter Ink, MN Center for Book Arts, 2008
On the Other Side of the Eye, Sam’s Dot Publishing, 2007
My Dinner with Cluster Bombs: The Tuk-Tuk Diaries, Unarmed Press, 2003
Touching Detonations, E-book, Sphinx House Press, 2003
Magazines, Journals and Anthologies
“The Spirit Catches You and You Get Body Slammed,” et al. How Do I Begin?, Heyday Books, 2011
“Khop Jai For Nothing, Farangs,” National Endowment for the Arts Writers Corner, 2010
“Home Is To Box As To Leave Is To Free,” et al. Kartika Review, Spring 2010.
“The Last War Poem,” Culture and Customs of Laos, Greenwood Publishing Group, March 2009
“Selves,” “Voyage,” Grinding Up Stones, Spring 2009.
“Planting,” Cha, February 2009.
“Burning Eden One Branch At A Time,” Language For A New Century, Norton, 2008.
“Departures,” “Capital,” et al. Journal for SE Asian American Education and Advancement, 2007
“Riding the 16,” “Modern Life,” St. Paul Almanac, 2007.
“from five fragments” In Our Own Words, Vol. 7, 2007.
“Dream,” “Rebellions,”“Zaj,” “Ntsuag Sings the Blues,” Unplug, April/May 2007.
“Stairways In Luang Prabang,” “Nam,” “Sai Lao,” Bakka Magazine, April 2007.
“The Deep Ones,” “Before Going Feral,” Illumen, Spring 2007.
“To A Chinese Horse Behind Minneapolis Glass” Papertiger: New World Poetry, Fall/Winter
“Boun,” “Jaew,” and “The National Library In Laos,” Bakka Magazine, October 2006
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24. “Daughters of Barrabas,” Poetry Midwest, Summer 2006
“A Question of Place” Whistling Shade, Summer 2006
“Soap,” “An Archaeology of Snow Forts,” and “Homonculus,” Tales of the Unanticipated #28
“Imperious,” “Whorl,” Hyphen Magazine #9, Summer 2006
“The Kaiju & I” 8-Poem Series, G-Fan Magazine #75, Spring 2006
“Evolve", The Outsiders Within Anthology, 2006
"To A Chinese Horse Behind Minneapolis Glass,” and "Babylon Gallery," Kaleidowhirl, Summer 2005
“A Hmong Goodbye,” Poems Niederngasse, January/February 2005
“A Few Unexpected Sights at Tuol Sleng,” Ithuriel's Spear, February 2005
“Song for a Sansei,” Big Bridge #10, February 2005
“Snakehead,” Peaks^ Literary Journal, January 2005
“The Shape,” Paj Ntaub Voice Hmong Literary Journal, Winter 2004, p. 1
"Dog Soldier Haiku," Mastodon Dentist, December 2004
“The Hermit Crab, Copacetic" and What Tomorrow Takes Away,” Pedestal Magazine, November 2004
“Poultry” Quarterly Literary Review Singapore, October 2004
"Kingdoms" Tamafyhr Mountain Poetry #28, October 2004
“Midwestern Conversations,” Out of Line, 2004
“Verbal Rorschach,” Speakeasy Magazine, September 2004
“Insomniacafe,” Real Eight View, October 2004
“The Big G,” and "Secrets" Defenestration Magazine, September 20, 2004
“Questions,”" Discoveries," and "Understanding" Banned On These Premises Exhibition, August 2004
“Democracia,” “Perspectives,” “Riding The 16,” “The Talk,” “Iai” Other Voices Int'l Poetry Project, 2004.
“Enso,” Arbutus Journal, Winter 2004
“Kobe Hotel,” and “Oni,” Big City Lit, February, 2004
“Mischief In The Heavens” Defenestration Magazine, February 2004.
“Chances,” Defenestration Magazine, January 2004.
“Today‟s Special At The Shuang Cheng,” Mid-American Poetry Review, 2004, p. 46.
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25. My Dinner With Cluster Bombs (The Tuk-Tuk Diaries), Unarmed Press Chapbook, 2003, 16 pp.
“A Song of Bangkok,” Cascadia Review, December 2003
“Tetragrammaton,” Stirring Journal, December 2003
“Champassak In January,” Rock Salt Plum Journal, December 2003
“Surprises In America,” London Ghetto Poets, December 2003
“Cocktail Napkins,” Muse Apprentice Guild, December 2003
“Maidens of Sivilay,” and “Phonsavan,” Mad Poets of Terra, October 2003
“Khaosan Road, 2003,” and “A Blessing Or A Curse.” Whimperbang, Oct. 2003
“Little Bear,” Astropoetica, Fall 2003
“Gallery 16: Zen of the Mouth, 2003,” Urban Pioneer #4, Vol. II., 2003, p. 11
“The Temples,” Paj Ntaub Voice, Summer 2003, p. 58
“The Spirit Catches You, And You Get Body Slammed,” Paj Ntaub Voice, Summer 2003, p. 60
“History‟s Game,” Paj Ntaub Voice, Summer 2003, p. 73
“Voices,” Urban Pioneer #2, Vol. I., 2002, p. 4
“Japonsime, Laoisme,” Asian Pacific American Journal, Winter 2003, pp. 124-126
“Genesis 2020,” Whistling Shade, Summer 2002, p. 3
“Incantation of a Hooligan,” Unarmed #31, 2002, p. 6
“The Last War Poem” Bamboo Among the Oaks, Minnesota Historical Society Press, 2002, p. 98
“Fury” Bamboo Among the Oaks, Minnesota Historical Society Press, 2002, p. 100
“Wisdom” Bamboo Among the Oaks, Minnesota Historical Society Press, 2002, pp. 101-104
“Modern Life,” Unarmed #29, 2002, p. 9
“The Serpent Under The Rainbow,” Unarmed #25, 2002, p. 3
“Futura,” Paj Ntaub Voice Hmong Literary Journal, Summer 2001, p. 14
“GPS,” Paj Ntaub Voice Hmong Literary Journal, Summer 2001, p. 17
“Quixote‟s Jihad,” Unarmed #23, 2001, p. 1
“My Autopsy, Thank You,” Journal of the Asian American Renaissance, Winter 2001, p. 26
“Half The Battle,” Journal of the Asian American Renaissance, Winter 2001, p. 45
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26. “Visual Silence,” Paj Ntaub Voice Hmong Literary Journal, Winter 2001, p. 1
“Fury,” Paj Ntaub Voice Hmong Literary Journal, Winter 2001, p. 45
“N‟est Ce Pas Olympus,” Whistling Shade, Winter 2001, p. 5
“Heresy To Shining See,” Unarmed #20, 2001, p. 15
“Smoke Coil 2001,” Unarmed #18, 2001, p. 4
“Naked,” Paj Ntaub Voice Hmong Literary Journal, Summer 2000, p. 60
“Writers at War,” Paj Ntaub Voice Hmong Literary Journal, Summer 2000, p. 66
“Raven Remembers,” USAF Forward Air Controller’s Website, Spring 1999
Selected Short Stories
What Hides and What Returns, Historical Lovecraft, Innsmouth Free Press, 2011
A Model Apartment, Innsmouth Free Press, Issue 4, 2010
The Dog at the Camp, Tales of the Unanticipated, Autumn, 2006
The True Tale of Yer, Bamboo Among the Oaks, MN Historical Society Press, 2002
A Dream of Laaj, Paj Ntaub Voice, Vol. 7, No. 1, 2000
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27. Selected Performances, 2005-2011
Common Ground 1 Year Anniversary, VAALA Center, Santa Ana, CA, August 4th, 2011
Slice and Spice of Asia Storytelling, Brookdale Library, Brooklyn Center, MN, May 14th, 2011
Beyond the Pure: Writers of Color Series, Intermedia Arts, Minneapolis, MN, October 26th, 2010
Lao Artists Festival, Elgin, IL, August 20-21st, 2010
Lao American Writers Summit, Minneapolis, MN, August 15th, 2010
Twin Cities Dragon Festival, St. Paul, MN, July 11th, 2010
Family Style Open Mic, Asian Arts Initiative, Philadelphia, PA, May 21 st, 2010
Otterbein College, Westerville, OH, February 25th, 2010
Birchbark Reading Series, Birchbark Books, Minneapolis, MN, January 13th, 2010
Kulture Trust Benefit, Loft Literary Center, Minneapolis, MN, June 10 th, 2009
International Lao New Year, San Francisco, CA, April 11th, 2009
Verse and Converse, Todd Boss Poetry Series, Nina’s Café, October 1st, 2008
UCSB Diversity Lecture Series, University of Santa Barbara Multicultural Center, Santa Barbara, CA, May 20th, 2008.
Association of Asian American Studies Annual Meeting, Chicago, IL April 17-18th, 2008.
American Intercultural Center Asian-Pacific-American Heritage Festival Celebration, UW-Green Bay, April 10th, 2008.
Viterbo University, April 9th, 2008.
Rhymefest, University of California, San Diego, CA, February 12, 2008.
Un-Named Series of Hmong and Lao Writers, Loft Literary Center, Minneapolis, MN, January 23, 2007.
Giant Lizard Theater, Convergence, Minneapolis, MN, July 6, 2007.
Tripmasters: Hmong and Lao Writers on a More Global Minnesota, Normandale Community College, March 28, 2007.
Special Guest Speaker, Diversicon 14, Minneapolis, MN, August 11-13, 2006.
Giant Lizard Theater, Convergence, Minneapolis, MN, July 6, 2006.
Art And Diaspora Festival, Institute for Advanced Studies, University of Minnesota, Minneapolis, MN, April 12, 2006.
Keynote lecture, Taste of the Mountains Hmong Cultural Night Dinner, UW-Stevens Point, December 3, 2005.
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