Riding the Tiger by Bryan Thao Worra

Riding the Tiger Bryan Thao Worra Burying my wars, these memories of you: “It don’t mean nothing,” wondering who Will stop the rain and who knows the way back To San Jose, ten thousand places you left your hearts. What a song for all…

Moving Mountains, Burning Stars by Bryan Thao Worra

Moving Mountains, Burning Stars Bryan Thao Worra In Germany, the Krupps Bagger-288 Was forged to kill mountains, Towering 96 meters and 13,500 tons, Indifferent to poetic subtlety. This isn’t the work of surgeons, Cutting to a mountain’s coal heart, Maybe an ancient vein of…

Screaming From My Throne of Stars by Bryan Thao Worra

Screaming From My Throne of Stars Bryan Thao Worra Were we wise, we’d have slain that orange arhat On the spot 39 bygone millennia when he “blessed” our house To reach every star we saw that bright august night. What karmic weight we since…