James Byrne recently edited I am a Rohingya (Arc Publications, 2019). He is a poet, editor, and translator living in Liverpool, England.
Poetry
Spring 2013
Harbor
From the Burmese. They will land here. A tree or two or three. A ship or two or three. Sceneries will land. Fortuities will land. Towns and villages will […]
Poetry
Spring 2013
Under the Great Ice Sheet
From the Burmese. Under the great ice sheet A great country has been buried alive. Under the great country A great church where God no longer shelters. Under the […]
Poetry
Spring 2013
Moonless Night
From the Burmese. in the company of matter over mind ghosts working as wage-earners are churning out the profits— moonless night greedy sorcerers break into a virgin's tomb— moonless […]
Poetry
Spring 2013
Vuvuzela
From the Burmese. I am you We sing We dance We bootleg Our image reflects on a black mirror Is this really life? It's very sweet To scenic slopes […]
Poetry
Spring 2013
Lullaby for a Night
From the Burmese. His smile flashes like a pocketknife. In the very first nook of my extending right hand Cultures are forged … You have pretended not To […]
Poetry
Spring 2013
from “Postcards”
All night the Commander, With a high, baronial laugh, Peels a scent of sweet mandarin From the waist of a waitress. ▪ ▪ They will heap mud over her eyes. ▪ ▪ […]