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

Saturday, February 27, 2021

Donation Kettle Haiku

slowly a shadow
fills the donation kettle
wind surge

Haiku Canada Review, 14:1, 2020 

Friday, February 26, 2021

Thursday, February 25, 2021

Mother and Stone Buddha Tanka

mother kneels
before the stone Buddha
in incense smoke
I feel the weight
of her unspoken words

Haiku Canada Review, 14:1, 2020

Wednesday, February 24, 2021

Tuesday, February 23, 2021

The Toll

One Hundred Eighty-Second Entry, Coronavirus Poetry Diary
written in response to America's half a million Covid deaths 

"We often hear people described as ordinary Americans. There's nothing ordinary about them." With a moment's pause for reflection, the President continues, "The people we lost were extraordinary. They span generations. Born in America, emigrated to America."

the flags
flying at half-mast
for five days
the White House 
lit by candles

Television light flickers on a wrinkled face. "So many of these extraordinary Americans took their final breath alone." His voice is scarcely above a whisper. 

the number
on the TV screen
in bold red
he stares into the future
from his nursing home window

Stray Dog's Shadow Haiku

from one empty store
to another 
a stray dog's shadow

Modern Haiku, 51:3, Fall 2020

Monday, February 22, 2021

Sunday, February 21, 2021

Song of Relief Tanka

One Hundred Seventy-Ninth Entry, Coronavirus Poetry Diary

first warm day
of this pandemic winter
my niece
sings her song with each slap
of a beaded jump rope


Added: One Hundred Eightieth Entry

a surge of wind
social distance between me
and an unmasked white man

Added: One Hundred Eighty-First Entry

midnight moon
the silence between me
and a masked driver

Saturday, February 20, 2021

Friday, February 19, 2021

Light and Shade Haiku

a red leaf
drifts between light and shade
high school dropout

Moving Forward: The Trillium Haiku Group Anthology 2020

Thursday, February 18, 2021

Quarrel and Wildfires Haiku

backyard quarrel
deep into the night
wildfires 

Moving Forward: The Trillium Haiku Group Anthology 2020

Wednesday, February 17, 2021

Tangled Spaghetti and Love Affair Haiku

a plateful
of tangled spaghetti
this love affair…


The Heron's Nest, 22:3, September 2020

Monday, February 15, 2021

Gunshot and White Noise Tanka

written in response to the Verdict in the Second Impeachment Trial (of the Inciter-In-Chief/former "Make America Great Again" reality show host)

remember the crack
of the solitary gunshot ...
slowly these words
turn into white noise
on this windy night of snow



Six hours after the attack on January 6th, after the carnage and mayhem was shown on every television screen in America, President Trump told his supporters to “remember this day forever.” I ask the American people to heed his words: remember that day forever. But not for the reasons the former president intended.

Remember the panic in the voices over the radio dispatch; the rhythmic pounding of fists and flags at the chamber doors.

Remember the crack of the solitary gunshot.

Remember the hateful and racist Confederate Flag flying through the halls of our Union.

Remember the screams of the bloodied officer crushed between the onrushing mob and a doorway to the Capitol, his body trapped in the breach.

Remember the three Capitol Police Officers who lost their lives.

Remember that those rioters actually succeeded in delaying Congress from certifying the election.

Remember how close our democracy came to ruin.

My fellow Americans: remember that day, January 6th, forever—the final, terrible legacy of the 45th President of the United States and undoubtedly our worst.

Let it live on in infamy, a stain on Donald John Trump that can never, never be washed away.

Saturday, February 13, 2021

UnLove in the Time of Covid

One Hundred Seventy-Eighth Entry, Coronavirus Poetry Diary
in memory of Gabriel García Márquez

Valentine's Day,
it is what it is ...
the smell of snow

dark chocolate 
melting in her mouth then mine 
afternoon trance

two meters
between our masked faces
a snowdrift at night

Friday, February 12, 2021

A Not-So-Fake Disclaimer

This is a work of fiction. Although its form is that of a short poetic autobiography, it is not one. With the exception of public figures, any resemblance to actual events or locales or real persons, is coincidental. 

one crow
croaking to another
on a white house roof
my name is Rudy
and I am a Trumpholic

snowonsnow Senryu

snowonsnow ...
all the shared driveway
my neighbor's