Chen-ou Liu Poems

alone...
the ship of my past
sinking slowly
on this winter night
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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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a Ukrainian
stands alone on the road
to Kiev...
a tank gun
...

replying to a letter
by my estranged brother...
the cold moon
as white
...

his iron fists
shattered those summer nights...
her memories
come as if reflected
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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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on the far side
of the couch from her
in silence
I watch the finale
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