Chen-ou Liu Poems

his iron fists
shattered those summer nights...
her memories
come as if reflected
...

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

the blank pages
of my poetry journal
staring at me...
this blue Monday
...

two Chinese dressed
in Lederhosen and Dirndls
Munich's blue sky
...

night news on mute...
I look out at the stars
breathe in
the silence of a world
...

hometown memories...
a spider mending a hole
in the attic wall
...