Chen-ou Liu Poems

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

one year
after she has gone...
this double bed
still smells of her
...

winter rain
streaming down the windows
of a night train...
next to me the man in a suit
...

A Tanka Prose


alone
...

who cares
where we go and what we do?
on this snowy night
I walk side by side
...

this grinding
banal factory life
where I'm "nothing but"
raindrops slip off
...