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

Saturday, March 17, 2018

Loneliness and Shadow Tanka

this moonless night
on the long way home . . .
and the shadow
creeping towards me

Atlas Poetica, 31, 2018

Thursday, March 15, 2018

Selected Haiku: Floating Thoughts Haiku

for Marcel Proust, author of Remembrance of Things Past

winter fog ...
tea-soaked madeleines crumble
into floating thoughts

PoemHunter, September 22, 2013

Wednesday, March 14, 2018

Spark of Life Tanka for Stephen Hawking

Remember to look up at the stars and not down at your feet. Try to make sense of what you see and wonder about what makes the universe exist. -- Stephen Hawking

looking up
from A Brief History of Time
to the stars ...
I recite his speech,
each word a spark of life

PoemHunter, March 14, 2018

Surging Sea Haiku

                           surging sea
you're there                     I'm here

NeverEnding Story, February 26, 2018

Monday, March 12, 2018

Selected Tanka: Noisy Silence Tanka

at the cold moon
my old dog swallows
its voice ...
another glass of wine
to this noisy silence

Ribbons, 9:2, Fall 2013

Sunday, March 11, 2018

Saturday, March 10, 2018

Selected Haibun: And the Spring Will Come

He can write in English, states the dog-eared Chinese-English dictionary on the coffee-stained desk. A German Shepherd lives with him, says the attic wall with an old map of Taiwan on it. But he can't stand Canadian food, observes a line of jars of salted bamboo shoots. Except food, everything looks OK, they say in unison.

the stillness
of this morning …
tenth winter

Haibun Today, 7:3, September 2013
Contemporary Haibun, 15, 2014 

Chocked to Death Tanka

written in response to the Gerald Stanley verdict

nation to nation
slides off PM's tongue
so easily
an "Indian" choked to death
by an all-white jury

NeverEnding Story, February 20, 2018

Wednesday, March 7, 2018

Tuesday, March 6, 2018

Monday, March 5, 2018

Selected Haibun: A Tale of Two Laredos

The fireman from Nuevo Laredo looks at the body, muttering, “This is the 6ooth body I’ve pulled out of the Rio Grande.” There is noisy silence between the two of us as I turn and see a long line of trucks crossing into Texas.  We continue to make our way downriver and, upon turning a bend, I see a boy and his dog caught in branches at the river’s edge.

one howl, then many …
the imprint of an eagle
on the winter sky

Cattails, 1, December 2013

Saturday, March 3, 2018

Friday, March 2, 2018

Selected Haiku Sequence: A Year Of Solitude

to leave or to stay ...
the light and dark
of a spring wind

childhood summer ...
learning the language
of butterflies

ninth autumn...
facing the Pacific
I undress my thoughts

a winter sunset
over the Rocky Mountains
I am not myself

New Year's Eve
after the fireworks
a moonlit cobweb

Lynx, 28:3, October 2013

Thursday, March 1, 2018

Selected Haiku: Strand of Hair Haiku

alone again
a strand of her hair
on the pillow

Acorn, 31, October 2013

Hyphenated Life Tanka

a banana
half-peeled in his hand
yellow on the outside
white on the inside
his hyphenated life

Canada Haiku Review, 12;1, 2018