Chen-ou Liu Poems

first sunshine
after slow recovery
from the flu
I take a morning walk
...

lying back
in the steam
of a hot spring
the widow
...

loneliness
runs through my body
like the thread
through Mother's needle -
...

one month dead
"I'm not home right now..."
the message still speaks
to her empty room
...

I live alone
locked in the ghostly past...
the face in the mirror
as foreign to me
...