All posts tagged: Bryan Thao Worra

RECAP: 2017 Southeast Asian American Studies Conference in Little Cambodia

For many, Lowell might not be the first city that comes to mind when it comes to the Southeast Asian diaspora that began over 40 years ago with the end of the Vietnam War. But this industrial town is home to the second largest Khmer community in the United States as well as many Lao, Hmong, and Vietnamese. And it’s here that hundreds gathered recently for the 2017 Southeast Asian American Studies Conference at the University of Massachussetts Lowell. This was my first visit ever to Lowell in my 26 years as a poet, and it was eye-opening to see what a thriving Khmertown can look like, with well-kept shops, restaurants and community organizations such as the Cambodian Mutual Assistance Association rebuilding their lives and preserving their traditions as best they can. This isn’t to say there aren’t challenges. The community has very clear stakes in immigration reform and education reform, as seen in many of the topics that drew the most attention during the conference. Stretching over three days, the conference has been working …

Give to The Bryan Thao Worra Fund

Our legendary award-winning poet, writer, community trailblazer, arts & culture editor and above all else– friend, Bryan Thao Worra, is in need of our community’s help. Do you have Bryan’s back? I’m sharing one of our favorite poems to remind the world the impact of his words. . . . Read his story and donate here: https://www.youcaring.com/bryanthaoworra  . . . “Aftermaths” by Bryan Thao Worra   Sometimes, I want to tell you. Laying by your side, it’s a mystery to explain Why I gave up my poetry for so long.   It’s a mystery to explain why I told you my mother is dead, When I really don’t know what happened to her in those distant jungles.   I loved you, telling you everything I knew about myself, Only to find, as the years went on, how little I really knew.   I can’t dream of my father, his face was blown off by an Anonymous enemy rifle before a picture could be taken.   I don’t have the voice to sing songs to you, Or the stories, …