alone again
on a seaside bench
tides of childhood
lap against memory
in the quiet of my mind
—Chen-ou Liu
alone again
on a seaside bench
tides of childhood
lap against memory
in the quiet of my mind
—Chen-ou Liu
a girl in red
silhouetted against the glow
of a streetlight
the spark of her cigarette
deepens this winter night
—Chen-ou Liu
my mind
straddled between cliché
and half-baked idea …
suddenly a burst
of skylark song
—Chen-ou Liu
in late night chill
these rusting staples
on a bulletin board
below the missing puppies
a missing pink-haired teen
—Chen-ou Liu
unpacking
boxes in a dusty corner
of the attic ...
faded photos buried deep
in my immigrant heart
—Chen-ou Liu
in the mirror
more strands of gray hair
yet in my mind's eye
I catch a glimpse of me
at 20 with to-do lists
—Chen-ou Liu
box after box
of my immigrant life
in moonlit shadows
those I can't part with
those I can (but will I?)
—Chen-ou Liu
alone
in the shadow
of her man ...
another winter
together alone
—Chen-ou Liu
false dawn ...
first to rise, my twin toddlers
sing up the sun
—Chen-ou Liu
the newborn
between in-laws and her
hard-edged sunlight
—Chen-ou Liu
office gossip
the chirrups
of crickets
—Chen-ou Liu
alone in half-light
my mother folding clothes
like a retail pro ...
the comfort of routine
in this war-shaken world
—Chen-ou Liu
blossom on blossom
I wish I could
let go of the past
—Chen-ou Liu
a flock of geese
flapping twilight silence
tenth year in exile
—Chen-ou Liu
river stroll
salmon leap from cloud
to cloud
—Chen-ou Liu
Mother's farewell
lasts far into my first night ...
Taiwan, lone island
seen through the airplane window
as my lower lip trembles
—Chen-ou Liu
slanted moonlight
on nail holes in the wall ...
box after box
of my immigrant life
wrapped in shadows
—Chen-ou Liu
I seem happy
in this wedding photo
with brown edges ...
on my then-wife's face
a look I never knew
—Chen-ou Liu
cold moon
in the web of barbed wire
a refugee child's gaze
—Chen-ou Liu
jolted awake
from a recurring dream
I murmur
is my immigrant past
this black hole of what-ifs?
—Chen-ou Liu
first snowflakes ...
a lone refugee girl
pirouetting
—Chen-ou Liu
in my mind
you shouldn't get married
loud and louder ...
we're like two vacuum cleaners
sucking at each other
—Chen-ou Liu
frog pond
the slow drifting
of
my haiku-boat
Chen-ou Liu
she's gone ...
alone, I sleep
with
the dark
Chen-ou Liu
the door
of a foreclosed house
blown open
by a winter gust ...
inside
and out this emptiness
Chen-ou Liu
hometown memories
I still hold on to
snowflakes
in the wind
Chen-ou Liu
happy or not
just to be as I am ...
patches
of fog
Chen-ou Liu
in my tank
rainbow koi swimming
in circles ...
the same question years ago,
to
stay or to go
Chen-ou Liu
forest bathing
I follow the footsteps
of
my inner child
Chen-ou Liu
fiftieth birthday
halfway to the summit
in
silence
Chen-ou Liu
gnarled roots
the family stories
left
untold
Chen-ou Liu
the door slammed shut ...
my world without her shrinks
to
a tv screen
Chen-ou Liu
the door
open to blue skies
in the stillness
a caged eagle and I
become
one
Chen-ou Liu
Mother once sighed,
you've spoken English for too long
you might forget me ...
exiled for years, I can't recall
which
language I dream in
Chen-ou Liu
all that
remains
down
to
the dark
alone
Chen-ou Liu
where were you born?
a neighbor's knife-sharp question ...
near the fence
I see green leaves and buds
on
a maple tree stump
Chen-ou Liu
my body lies
next to my wife's for years
and yet
in a corner of my mind
this
woman in red
Chen-ou Liu
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