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

Wednesday, May 24, 2017

Not My President

In my dream, after the explosion of his twitter bomb, the fireball rises rapidly like a hot-air balloon into the sky, forms a mushroom cloud, and later the first black rain falls ...

on the sidewalk
outside Trump Tower
I p-i-s-s
and feel in my bones
old man winter

Skylark, 5:1, Summer 2017

Tuesday, May 23, 2017

Flames of Color Tanka

no more loon calls
as the sun sets in flames
of color
alone by the lake
of my aging mind

Skylark, 5:1, Summer 2017

Cricket Songs Tanka

night by night
the cricket songs
grow weaker
no one comes to see me
except the shadows

Skylark, 5:1, Summer 2017

Monday, May 22, 2017

Snow Light Tanka

snow light ...
a worn page
of Neruda
for the winter
in my heart


Skylark, 5:1, Summer 2017

Sunday, May 21, 2017

Tuesday, May 16, 2017

Monday, May 15, 2017

Breakup Sex Tanka

first cloudless sky
after our breakup sex
I would have said
(or should have said)
those three words to her


Gusts, 25 Spring/Summer 2017

Sunday, May 14, 2017

Flipping Burgers Tanka

for temporary foreign workers in Canada

ten hours
of flipping burgers ...
the bright side
of the harvest moon
obscured


Gusts, 25 Spring/Summer 2017

Bony Hand Tanka

sleepless
in a shelter bed ...
his bony hand
grabs at the last thread
of winter moonlight


Gusts, 25 Spring/Summer 2017

Thursday, May 11, 2017