ko ko thett
ko ko thett’s poetry has been translated into several languages, appeared in journals worldwide and been widely anthologised.
Born in Burma/Myanmar, he now lives in the UK.
Poetry*Contrary to what they believed, I was never allergic to skin. Or sunrays. I wasn’t a cadre.**Arrested by three. Tortured by five. Fornication. For negligence. For negation. Wasn’t that a question about a syzygy? Or posture? He even pawned...
The day Khet Thi was tortured to death
Poetryafter Lou Reed I dreamed – I was the poet laureate of Naypyitaw, the Abode of Generals. The Generalissimo was a poet too. So was the Generalissimo’s American cocker spaniel. To exorcise the woes in me I took the wok pan I used to cook kanzunywak for...