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

Thursday, February 19, 2026

The Winter of Our Discontent

Its edges browned with age, another photograph, long buried beneath piles of boxes, has come to light in recent days.

His eyes meet the camera head-on. His hand rests at the curve of a young girl’s hip.

the man, once a prince
hid behind purple curtains ...
now cuffed in cold steel



FYI: This sociopolitically conscious haibun is inspired by Andrew Mountbatten-Windsor, formerly known as Prince Andrew, being arrested by UK police over Jeffrey Epstein ties.

The title, "The Winter of Our Discontent," is a famous allusion to the opening lines of William Shakespeare’s Richard III: Now is the winter of our discontent / Made glorious summer by this sun of York

For more analysis of this allusive title, see To the Lighthouse: The Impact of an Allusive Title.

See The New York Times, Feb. 19 2026: Live Updates: Former Prince Andrew Arrested in Britain Over Epstein Ties

Tuesday, February 17, 2026

Chinese New Year's Dream Haiku

I run with the horse
toward sunlight through storm clouds
new year's dream, yet lives



FYI: Today, the 2026 Lunar New Year welcomes the Year of the Fire Horse—a rare, high-energy convergence in the 60-year zodiac cycle, uniting the dynamic Yang Fire element with the Horse’s innate qualities of speed, independence, and fierce passion. It is a year charged with momentum and transformation, opening wide the door to bold, self-directed action. Yet such intensity carries its own cautions: the risk of burnout, volatility, and sudden upheaval.


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Bloody New Year

war news on mute ...
I scream into the dark
yet the night
swallows my fury
in snow-shrouded stillness

No blue sky, no green field — only snow falling. This sound of white on white. The day goes on ...


It is the best of years; it is the worst of years; it is the age of wisdom; it is the age of foolishness; it is the epoch of belief; it is the epoch of incredulity; it is the season of light; it is the season of darkness; it is the spring of hope; it is the winter of despair. We have everything before us, and we have nothing before us. — Paraphrased from Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities


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New Year noodles
slip off my chopsticks ...
eating alone,
this bittersweet taste
of hometown memories


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I color-code
my New Year's to-do-list
snow on snow ...


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at China Gala
robot after robot lunges
backflips, spins around
jumps, dances to Happy New Year ...
my silence, cold as steel


FYI: The Guardian, Feb. 18 2026:  China’s dancing robots: how worried should we be?
Eye-catching martial arts performance at China gala had viewers and experts wondering what else humanoids can do

Developed by several Chinese robotics firms, the robots performed a range of intricate stunts, including kung fu, comedy sketches and choreographed dance moves alongside human performers.

Clips circulating online quickly drew comparisons with last year’s lunar new year broadcast, which also featured dancing robots but with noticeably simpler movements.

Monday, February 16, 2026

Trump News on Mute Tanka

Trump news on mute ...
I look out the window
at the moths
flying around the porch light
in this false spring

Saturday, February 14, 2026

Her Teeth and My Tongue Haiku

strawberry between her teeth the tip of my tongue



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twilit orchard
one bite of an apple 
from her hand


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Valentine's night  
between clouds of breath I lean 
to a stranger's kiss


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clouds of breath
between roses and three words 
Valentine's night


FYI: This is a prequel to my haiku below:

those three words uttered ...
our bodies nestle, listening
to Valentine's starlight



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between wind gusts
time for snowflakes and me 
to settle

Wednesday, February 11, 2026

Tuesday, February 10, 2026

Tribal Fear Tanka

nodding our heads
we pass each other like this 
for seven years ...
my old neighbor's tribal fear
of the Other [like me]

Haiku Page, 11, 2025

Monday, February 9, 2026

Forever Tanka

Father's breath
fades into forever ...
I gaze out 
his hospice window
at the moon, its fullness

Haiku Page, 11, 2025

Sunday, February 8, 2026

Gazan Child's Stare Haiku

Against the Drowning Noise of Other Words, CCLXXXI: "smoky gray and child's stare"

part of winter sky
where pale white turns smoky gray
a Gazan child's stare



Added: Against the Drowning Noise of Other Words, CCLXXXII": "Zeitoun, Gaza’s largest neighbourhood, flattened"

Cooking smoke hangs on with sea air, where wartime memories snag like rusted fishhooks.

first bombless night
with eyes closed, the ones he loves
drift beyond reach


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one glass, then two ...
this winter night darkens
as distant sirens wail


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ten hours of winter
tick-tock still stretching
in the ER clock


FYI: This is a sequel to my haiku below:

waitingroom  t h e  s   t   r   e   t   c   h  o f  t e n  h o u r s



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three-week cold snap ...
my heart and mind stretched
by this longing
for blooming snowdrops
and red-winged blackbirds


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squeak, squeaking
of an empty porch swing
the bank notice flips

Friday, February 6, 2026

Groundhog Day loop Gembun

Against the Drowning Noise of Other Words, CCLXXVII: "Groundhog Day loop"

Phase two of the Gaza ceasefire plan rolls on the news ticker. 

fireball by fireball
day and night, night and day:
Groundhog Day loop



FYI: "Groundhog Day Loop:" a plot in which the character is caught in a time loop, doomed to repeat a period of time (often exactly one day) over and over..." Watch the time loop scene from 1993 Groundhog Day.


Added: Against the Drowning Noise of Other Words, CCLXXVIII: "cart of bodies"

Drones buzzing against Gaza's sky tinged orange-red.

a fork in the road
lined with smoky rubble ...
a cart of bodies


Added: Against the Drowning Noise of Other Words, CCLXXIX: "outstretched hands"

A crowd of kids with outstretched hands, metal bowls gleaming in the dust.

a girl's empty stare 
grains scraped from the cracked pot
tumble past the bowl 


Added: Against the Drowning Noise of Other Words, CCLXXX: "wall of fire"

In four minutes, a farmhouse in the West Bank village enveloped in a wall of fire.

blood-stained olive leaves
cinder through the smoky air
laughter greets laughter

Thursday, February 5, 2026

The Question Not Asked Yet

for Albert Camus

charred remains 
of a woman and baby
the sky, tinged with red

Is it barbaric to write poetry during the genocide? But what else remains? A gray-haired poet mutters to himself in the flickering candlelight. 

He turns his gaze away from a piece of wrinkled paper, then stares out his cracked window at smoky ruins after smoky ruins ...

Wednesday, February 4, 2026

Gold Mountain Diner Tanka

harvest moon
over Gold Mountain Diner --
a migrant and I
eat and chat around the edges
of our lost dreams

Onions in Moonlight: TSA Members' Anthology, 2025

Tuesday, February 3, 2026

Sound of White Smols

Arctic snap, sound of white



Note: For more about a haiku-inspired genre, see To the Lighthouse: Smols , A Haiku Inspired Form"


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hands starfished 
against windows
flicker


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roof icicle
dripping dawnlight
cascade 


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chain-link
  life after 
MAGA Dream


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White House entrance
         No Parking 

Monday, February 2, 2026

Winter Stars Haiku

half awake, alone ...
winter stars upon stars 
upon stars



FYI: This haiku could be read as a prequel to the following:

more darkness
more stars
moving on

Frogpond, 34:2, Spring/Summer 2011

Sandra Mooney-Ellerbeck


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the river
curves through winter mist
a man at its edge


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the sound
of screeching tires
twilight chill


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hilltop cross ...
the shape
of this misty night

Sunday, February 1, 2026

Blinking Cursor Tanka

to Thomas Mann who claimed, A writer is somebody for whom writing is more difficult than it is for other people.


coffee gone cold
as the cursor blinks
all night long
I stare out at snowflakes
that never settle



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to Richard Bach who claims, A professional writer is an amateur who didn’t quit. 

coffee ring on ring ...
I type five lines, five lines
then delete all
start again as robins sing
sing up the morning sun



Every time a poem is written, every time a short story is written, it is written not by cunning, but by belief. The beauty, the something, the little charm of the thing to be, is more felt than known.

-- Robert Frost


Look forward to reading your poetry

Saturday, January 31, 2026

Calligraphy of Swifts Haiku

blank screen glow...
the calligraphy of swifts
in a paper-white sky

Honorable Mention, the Irish Haiku Society International Haiku Competition 2025