Chen-ou Liu Poems

A Tanka prose


In dim light, I half listen to myself singing "Are you Lonesome Tonight? " on YouTube, hour after hour...
...

this quiet
morning snowfall...
black coffee
awakens the muse
...

snow crystals
on the hospital window...
I listen
to her colorful words
...

repeatedly
talking, talking
over each other...
a Trump fan
...

Fifty-Ninth Entry, Coronavirus Poetry Diary

gathering dark
she touches her father's face
...

This cold moon... one and all
faces of cherry blossom viewers
...