Chen-ou Liu's Translation Project: First English-Chinese Haiku and Tanka Blog

Monday, April 24, 2017

Sunday, April 23, 2017

Saturday, April 22, 2017

Harlem Blues Haiku

Harlem blues
a saxophone note
lengthens the night


German Translation by Chrysanthemum Editorial Team

Harlem Blues
ein Saxophonton
verlängert die Nacht

Chrysanthemum, 21, Spring 2011

Friday, April 21, 2017

Thursday, April 20, 2017

Selected Tanka: Reality Prison Tanka

with bed sheets
made of midsummer dreams
I scale down the wall
of reality prison . . .
one poem after another

The Tanka Journal, 40, 2012

The Beginning of the End

summer lake
she and I ankle-deep
in stars

the door slammed shut
moonlight sliding
down the icicles

NeverEnding Story, April 3, 2017

Wednesday, April 19, 2017

Selected Tanka Prose: The Sign

I watched her
getting smaller and smaller
all winter...
spring comes early, she walks
into the Garden alone

A thread of moonlight through the window. My dog-eared Bible on the coffee-stained desk.

Another sleepless night. Did Jesus die with a cry in despair, “My God, My God, why have you forsaken me?” Or did he expire with a look on his face that shows his serene confidence, “Father, into your hands I commend my spirit?”

I remember the first time she walked into my attic room, seeing the walls lined with bookcases for biblical reference books. She turned to me and said, “My little Thomas, faith is the substance of things hoped for and the evidence of things not seen." At every word,  her cheek dimpled into a smile.

her bony hand
grasped helplessly at the air…
the wooden cross
she gave me for my birthday
casts a long shadow

Haibun Today, 6:2, June 2012

Tuesday, April 18, 2017

Selected Haibun: An Attic Poet

In exile, this black daylight, can I knock on a wall of silence to make the sound of protest?

in my throat
words just well up...
shrill of cicadas

Will the sky hold my thoughts? Looking out the window, I see a paper bag floating in the wind.

Haibun Today, 6:2, June 2012

Monday, April 17, 2017

Confessions of a Justified Trump Fan (R)

The political is personal and the personal is sexual -- David Wilkinson

my liberal wife
on top of me
year in, year out

I stick
to the missionary position
Trump victory

breakup sex
we try more new
positions

after divorce
masturbation makes me
great again

Failed Haiku, 2:16, 2017

Thursday, April 13, 2017

Selected Tanka: Flaming Heart Tanka

snow falling
all the way home
yet the tongue
of my flaming heart for her
licks my face for hours

The Tanka Journal, 40, 2012

Wednesday, April 12, 2017

Monday, April 10, 2017

Sunday, April 9, 2017