Chen-ou Liu Poems

night storm closing in
a hooded teenage boy
throws f-bombs
at the entrance
...

blood moon
refracted
from shards of glass
and yet I remain
...

father's absent gaze...
and yet
for brief moments
the warmth of his hand
...

honey melon moon
in the black bowl
of the sky
I remember the taste
...

In Memory of Marian Olson

thoughts of her...
summer clouds touch
...