I confess my sins
like squeezing out the last bit
of toothpaste...
in the back of my mind
her cold smile lingers
Gusts, 17, Spring/Summer 2013
Poetic Musings: (M)otherland Tanka by Chen-ou Liu
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years in exile ...
moonlight rippling
the Pacific,
this narrow path
to the (M)otherland
First Place, Tanka, 2024 San Francisco International Competition
Ch...