Poetry in the Moment

Welcome to Canada. Name: Chen-ou Liu (phonic); Country of Birth: R.O.C.; (Cross out R.O.C. and fill in Taiwan) Place of Birth; Date of B...

Broken/Breaking English: Selected Short Poems , is now available through Lulu . eBook, 61 Pages, Price: $7.00 A Room of My Own Press, c2012...

day carries me through night takes me beyond between day and night I float among words hope locks me up angst sets me free outside hope and ...

Drinking alone by moonlight. Shadow, I miss us having the time to talk everything to death like we used to under the sun. He says nothing, s...

after Li-Young Lee late into night unable to see in one darkness of falling snow I close my eyes to see another in a dream told in a languag...

Over five years, I've learned All the English words An immigrant must know For the sake of survival. Later, I bulldozed Those words to t...

A Taipei key opened to Ajax twilight. I pursued my poem throughout the night. Rain tapping on the window… I gaze upon the ellipses at the en...

secrets breathed punctuate the blackness of day gathered in the dark many poems on a page made from the scalp of a lonely night Sketchboo...

ghost of the past tiptoes cautiously into the realm of my dreams he is afraid of stumbling and becoming an illegal alien Sketchbook, 6:3,...

loneliness grabs me by the balls my mind begins to tremble a poem is thrown out of my shadow Sketchbook, 6:3, May/June 2011

A short story interspersed with free verse poems and inspired by Krzysztof Kieślowski's A Short Film About Love ( Krótki film o miłośc...

Give up your poet dream. I've been writing poetry since you were swimming in your daddy's balls. Day dreamer! My father never though...

Welcome to Canada. Name: Chen-ou Liu (phonic); Country of Birth: R.O.C.; (Cross out R.O.C. and fill in Taiwan) Place of Birth; Date of Birth...

I remember the first time I read poetry in English letters grouped themselves in a random way pot and pat were two different words though th...

morning by morning I see the same old face in the mirror hours upon hours I write and rewrite a poem that grows old night after night I go t...

failing to be a hunger artist I stumble around the mansion of words from room to room hunting poems to eat crawling out of the boarded up wi...

Living on Ilha Formosa, we are haunted by a war of Names, fighting for the Republic of China/Taiwan. We Chinese, we Taiwanese will never end...

in the black heart of night I lie in bed fretting over blue injuries of the past bobbing up and down in the white ocean of time my mind drif...

East is East, West is West the twain do not meet but collide with each other inside the debris a not-so-Concrete poem is stillborn Father...

the length of yearning is an ocean long I measure with its dewy arm the size of loneliness is ten by ten (square feet) I commune with its da...