Chen-ou Liu Poems

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
...

all morning
doing in-breath and out-breath
to calm my mind -
outside the Zen center
...