Poetry in the Moment

a mouth stumbles over anguished English -- words clumsily tip never to take flight   Every time I hear myself speak in English, I just ha...

The moon meditates in the stillness of waters. Insects and frogs hold their breath, listening to silence. A row of willows sways gently in s...

I Where to? Toronto. What’s you name? My name is Chen-ou Liu, but you can call me Eric, because it's easier for you to say. Are you Chin...

I think, therefore I am free to be a co-owner of my mother tongue, the fighter for my opinions, the judge of my conscience, the planner of m...

I used to be the black cloud, now I'm turning grey. Hands age, veins emerge, wrinkles gradually set in around the mouth and brows. The b...

For Samuel Beckett All the world’s a stage. My play has no actors, just a stage full of rubbish. It begins with a brief, faint cry, the...

I confess my sins. There are things I can never do away with: my accented English, my yellow skin, and my graying hair. But I vow to do the...

Night without end. My heart clings to the lower tip of the crescent moon. In bleeding calculation I evaluate the price. Vast -- in its passi...

the heavenly realm of the believers is holy and pure yet not beyond the mind of a sinner the nether world of the nonbelievers is cold and gl...

After almost an hour of aimlessly walking on the snow-covered streets of Toronto while thinking of giving up my life here, I suddenly feel ...

I come to Him, carrying memories embedded in my splintered flesh. I pray to Him to help me take the sting out of my wounds, and push away t...

My tongue twists for English; yet I never lose the movements of my mother tongue. My feet stand on newly bought property, a piece of the Pro...

This afternoon, I was sitting alone by the window, looking out at the maple's branches gracefully swaying in the breeze. Out of nowhere,...

My father doesn't talk about death because he cares more about leaving behind a good reputation. My mother is skilled at evading death-...

hangs over my house. I stand alone beneath the bright moonshine. Raising my cup, I entice the moon; her reflection of you and me makes us th...

Every night I sleep beside you but wake up alone It is futile to chase you from my waking mind for you invade my dreams Day slips by when I ...

English, a foreign mistress, gives me misty eyes as I write in anguish. I, a word apprentice, thwarted by time's passing, pine to be a p...

I used to be the black cloud, now I'm turning gray. Hands age, veins emerge, wrinkles gradually set in around the mouth and brows. The b...

After a cascade of showers slanting sunlight slips into my room Followed by a swarm of flies buzzing around like aimless tourists Alone, I h...

This is daily life: hours passing by, day after trivial day, blank years in and out. And then the sudden moments of being: the stab of memor...