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

Saturday, June 30, 2012

Life in Exile: A Tanka Sequence

as night falls
loneliness and nostalgia
come along
I see the Taipei moon
hang low in the Ajax sky

ghosts of the past
hammering on the door
of my heart
I lock myself
in the attic room

scooping the moon
from a river of memories
once more
I fill the wine cup
and look for her face

red morning light
after the ninth autumn...
my life so far
as I gaze
deeper into the mirror

the silence
that is in monotony
also there
in my empty heartbeats...
the sound of falling blossoms


Red Lights, 8:2, 2012

Equinox Haiku

equinox...
an autumn butterfly dream
beyond the window


Sketchbook,7:2, March/April 2012

Friday, June 29, 2012

New Year Tanka

eating alone
on Chinese New Year's Eve
I remember
moonlight on Mother's hands,
the way she cuts a pineapple


Paper Wasp, 18:2, Winter 2012

Star Haiku

awake among stars...
beneath a basement window
my single bed


Sketchbook,7:2, March/April 2012

Thursday, June 28, 2012

Wednesday, June 27, 2012

Death Haiku

winter light
my reflection
in his glass coffin


Paper Wasp, 18:2, Winter 2012

Love Tanka

pressing my face
against the bosom
of memory…
for the first time I feel
how the hunger for love speaks
(for bell hooks)


Sketchbook,7:2, March/April 2012

Tuesday, June 26, 2012

Winter Haiku Noir

winter solstice...
she cuts her hair off
in a hot bath


Paper Wasp, 18:2, Winter 2012

Subway Tanka

hometown memories
lingering in a corner
of my mind --
a line of geese
on the subway mosaic


Sketchbook,7:2, March/April 2012

Monday, June 25, 2012

Starlight Tanka

her last question
how can you make a life
out of mere words

reverberates in the dark…
starlight once in her eyes


Contemporary Literary Horizon, 3, May/June 2012

Shadow Tanka

I'm tired
of hearing my own voice --
one howl
breaking many shadows
on this moonlit night


Sketchbook,7:2, March/April 2012

Sunday, June 24, 2012

Thursday, June 21, 2012

A Tanak about Evangelism

Amazing Grace
drowning in traffic noise...
bright sky silhouettes
the evangelist's profile
before the ship's mast


Contemporary Literary Horizon, 3, May/June 2012

Homelessness Tanka

a pet morgue
opens on this sunny day --
few people attend
a memorial service
for John and Jane Doe


Sketchbook,7:2, March/April 2012

Wednesday, June 20, 2012

Year in, Year Out: A Haiku Sequence

New Year's morning
on The Metamorphosis
slanted sunlight

April rains
I touch the face
in The Scream

summer stargazing
they do the cha cha cha
in my whisky glass

Georgian Bay
sipping the Taiwan moon
from my cupped hands

snow on snow
is my life a dream
within a dream


Contemporary Literary Horizon, 3, May/June 2012

A Tanka about Writing

one by one
rejection emails arrive...
I watch
One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest
twice in one night

Sketchbook,7:2, March/April 2012

Tuesday, June 19, 2012

Loneliness Tanka

she’s stretched out
in the pose of an odalisque
a farewell gift
on the wall of the room
I live in alone


Every Day Poets (June 15, 2012)

Relationship Haiku

blind date
she picks at her rice
grain by grain


Modern Haiku, 43:2, 2012

Monday, June 18, 2012

An Attic Poet: A Haibun

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

Loneliness Tanka

heavy snowfall...
her empty side of the bed
weighs down
the night meant to be
a world of our own


Sketchbook,7:2, March/April 2012

Sunday, June 17, 2012

The Sign: A Tanka Prose

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

A Tanka about Writing

A poet is a person
who can find his own way
by moonlight,

I hiss through clenched teeth...
the look on her face


Sketchbook,7:2, March/April 2012

Thursday, June 14, 2012

Monday, June 11, 2012

American Dream Haiku

American dream
in each shop window
a different moon


Honorable Mention, the Betty Drevniok Award Competition 2012

French Translation by Serge Tomé

Le Rêve Américain
dans chaque vitrine
une lune différente

Hippo Monostich

petals on petals I haven’t become a hippo

Sketchbook,7:2, March/April 2012