Chen-ou Liu Poems

alone...
the ship of my past
sinking slowly
on this winter night
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replying to a letter
by my estranged brother...
the cold moon
as white
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a Ukrainian
stands alone on the road
to Kiev...
a tank gun
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'reading between the lives and writing between the lines, ' VIII

the Pope doubles down
on quashing the old Latin Mass...
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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.
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