Lantern Review: A Journal of Asian American Poetry

Issue 4 | Winter 2012

Bryan Thao Worra



3 tales or so.

I.“To study the soul, study the sword
An evil soul, a evil sword,” the old men warn
from the dim theaters of the glittering Ginza.

How different, the pen?
Those who follow it, the dangerous:
Dreamers of stroke
And spirit.

When they end a matter, it is _________

Grandma’s poetry discovered in an uncle’s box bottom.
Read aloud after twenty years, she’s back at our table. Rhyme. Dream.
For a moment, a comfort like a warm cup of coffee,
What’s left of a carved turkey and a plate of cold cranberries.