Activities of Chen-ou Liu

self-quarantined
the robopet shadows me
from room to room
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written in response to the Derek Chauvin trial verdict for the killing of George Floyd and Joe Biden's remarks

for a moment
our country can breathe without fear...
...

One Hundred Ninety-Eighth Entry, Coronavirus Poetry Diary

sharp spike in cases...
through the hallway murmurs
...

lines of people
snake behind the food bank
on TV
a drone flies high then lands
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One Hundred Ninety-Seventh Entry

the mournful sounds
of a lone Scottish piper
...

One Hundred Ninety-Sixfth Entry

thunderclouds
another coffin lowered
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One Hundred Ninety-Fifth Entry, Coronavirus Poetry Diary

the wisps spread
into a bank of dark clouds...
...

misty night
three silver strands
in my hairbrush
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A Tanka Prose

No one could stop 90-year-old Sam from seeing his dying wife, Jo, one final time. His eyes were fixed on her pale face for hours, their fingers interlocked. The virus claimed her life one day after his visit. And a week later, Sam followed her into everlasting rest.
...

shrill of a bullet...
the black kid's hands up
with no gun
...